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PREFACE. 



THERE is an immense and constantly growing demand for the 
very best selections from the best authors for readings and 
recitations. No form of entertainment is more universally 
popular than this for Schools, Social gatherings, Lyceums, Lodges, 
Church and Sunday-school Anniversaries, Christmas Exhibitions and 
many other public occasions. The cultured voice and magnetic per- 
sonality of the successful reader are always charming and welcome. 

This demand is fully supplied by this work, which is a rich casket 
of gems in Prose and Poetry, all strikingly adapted to instruct and 
entertain. They are suited to every conceivable occasion where a 
reading is in order, and are the best afforded by the whole range of 
literature, comprising Eloquence and Sentiment ; Pathos and Humor ; 
Dramatic and Descriptive Selections ; Juvenile Readings, Dialogues, 
Tableaux, etc., etc. 

The Illustrated Brooui Drill, with which the work begins, furnishes 
an excellent exercise for young people. It keeps the body erect, 
requires a great variety of positions, develops all the muscles and 
teaches the easy, graceful use of the body. In this part of the work 
is a great variety of Selections which young people find suitable for 
readings and recitations on every occasion. 

These and all the other pieces the book contains have been selected 
with the greatest care. Their moral tone is elevating, and this renders 
them such selections as no parent or teacher would hesitate to put 
into the hands of the young. The prevailing character of this part of 
the woik is dramatic, affording an excellent opportunity for the best 
display of ability in the reader's consummate art. 

A very choice collection of Dialogues adds greatly to the value of 
this volume. There is often great difficulty in obtaining suitable 
dialogues for public occasions, such as exliibitions and anniversaries. 

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iv PREFACE. 

Those which are here presented afiford a wide scope for the varied talents 
of young persons. Some of them are humorous, and contain playful 
hits at prevalent follies. Full instructions are given for preparing the 
stage and presenting the drama in the most effective manner. 

A collection of short pieces is entitled Encores. These are shoi 
and pithy, and such as may be delivered when one, having made t 
success of his reading, is called out for a second performance. The^ v 
may also be used as first selections for any entertainment. 

Recognizing the fact that Humorous Readings are always popular, 
the editor of this volume has devoted to them a large space. Here are 
presented the best things by humorous writers of world-wide fame, 
such as Dickens, Burdette, Charles Adams, Mark Twain, Eugene 
Field, etc. These selections, when recited, are always received with 
bursts of merriment and applause. Very often the success of a recita- 
tion does not come from any special merit on the part of the reciter, 
but from the quaint and humorous character of the reading itself. A 
glance at this part of the volume will convince every one that it could 
not be improved. Strange happenings, laughable mistakes, playful 
incidents and grotesque situations are all described. In short, the 
whole work is bright and cheery, and is an excellent volume for ordinary 
reading. It should be in the hands of every young person in America. 

Following on from these bright flashes of wit and drollery by authors 
of great renown, we come to Readings for Juveniles. This is a charm- 
ing collection of sprightly and beautiful recitations for the little folks, 
suited admirably to every occasion on which the boys and girls are 
expected to appear. The grave, the gay, the beautiful, the serious, the 
fascinating, are all mingled here in a manner that delights all young 
people. 

A beautiful volume like this, for which there is an urgent demand 
{n every school and academy throughout the country, has a value that 
cannot be estimated. It may be truthfully said that this is a book 
which has a mission. There is something grand for it to accomplish. 
It is an educator of the young, and the influence of its inspiring senti- 
ments will be felt in the entire after life of those who 'make it their 
companion. Its grand thoughts will be embedded in their hearts and 
memories, and will have a controlling effect upon their characters, lead- 
ing them to aim at the highest ideals of education and true nobility. 



CONTENTS. 



Recitations for Juveniles. 

PAGB 

Illustrated Broom Drill 17 

Labor Song 25 

Boys Wanted 29 

True Story of Little Boy Blue 30 

Greeting.... 33 

Obeying Orders 33 

The Prettiest Girl 34 

The Squirrel's Lesson 36 

Hattie's Views on House-cleaning 36 

Little Dot 37 

Dot and Dolly 38 

Mattie's Wants and Wishes 40 

The White Rose and the Poppy 41 

Little by Little 43 

A Christmas Eve Adventure. 44 

A Boy's Opinion 46 

Rome Wasn't Built in a Day 47 

Presentation Speech 48 

Welcome for School Entertainment 49 

Betty Lee = 49 

The Reason Why 62 

Song of the All-wool Shirt, 52 

The Cat's Bath 53 

The Little Light 64 

A Baby's Reflections 65 

Do Your Best 56 

The Light in the Window 57 

Be in Time 59 

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VI CONTENTS. 

V/.GR 

How His Garments Got Turned 60 

When Mamma was a Little Girl 61 

The Two Brothers 61 

The Peculiar Neighbor 63 

The Dead Doll 64 

Brave and True 66 

Make Childhood Sweet 67 

The Chickens 68 

Whose Girl? 69 

Little Boy's Lament 70 

Lost Tommy 71 

Never Say Fail...-, 72 

The Stolen Custard 73 

The Beggar Baby - 74 

A LiUle Boy's Troubles 75 

" Give the Youngsters a Chance" 76 

"Don't Give up the Ship"... 77 

Little Efforts 78 

Dewdrops 79 

Mice 79 

•Hoe Out Your Row 80 



Encores. 

A story of Chinese Lore 81 

An Inquiring Friend 81 

Arabella and Sally Ann 82 

Remarkable Longevity 83 

Wet and Dry 84 

A Disturbed Reverie V. 84 

\ Question.. 85 

A Rogue 86 

Eggs That Never Hatch 86 

Rescue of Mr. Figg 87 

The Cobbler 88 

Irish Coquetry 89 



CONTENTS. fii 

PAGK 

A Summer Deceit.. 90 

Ain't He Cute 90 

What Adam Missed 91 

The Retort 92 

Pat's Wisdom 93 

Be in Earnest „.. 94 

The Men 94 

A Contrast .., 95 

A Tiresome Caller 9« 



Dialogues and Tableaux. 

How to stage the Play .' 97 

The Haunted Chamber , 101 

Courtship Under DifiSculties Ill 

How She Cured Him.. . = 117 

A Family Jar 122 

Little Red Riding Hood , „ 130 

Crab Village Lyceum 139 

After School, What 143 

Fox and Geese , 149 

Pat Answers the Advertisement - 153 

Tragedy of the Ten Little Boys.. ^ 156 

Tableaux 158 

A Pantomime 159 



Humorous Readings. 

The Pickwickians on Ice , , , 161 

A Tuxedo Romance — , .,.., ,. 167 

Booh ! .....>.. 169 

Awfully Lovely Philosophy....... , 170 

"Wash Dolly up Like That" 172 

Proof Positive. 173 

Song of the Printing Press ., , ,174 

7omona Describes Her Bridal Trip 176 



viii CONTENTS. 

PAGB 

Cause and Effect 178 

The Puzzled Dutchman 179 

Mrs. Smart Learns How to Skate - 180 

A Boy's Poem on Washington 185 

How Three Were Made One 186 

The Goat and the Swing 187 

The McSwats Swear Off. , 189 

The Telltale 191 

The Knight and the Lady 193 

Johnny Brown's Sister's Wedding.... 202 

Olde Tyme Tayle... 205 

The Soft Guitar 210 

Receipt for a Racket 212 

ShacoVs Lament 213 

Be Brave 215 

He Tried to Tell His Wife 216 

A Russian Courtship 218 

Pat's Love Letter 219 

My Neighbor's Call 221 

A Woman's Watch 222 

An Incomplete Revelation 223 

When Samwel Led the Singin' 224 

Observations by Rev. Gabe Tucker 226 

Mr. Eiseldorf and the Water Pipe , 226 

The Watermillion 227 

An All-Round Intellectual Man 228 

Wakin' the Young Uns 229 

Naming the Chickens 231 

Needles and Pins 232 

Too Progressive for Him 233 

The Low-back Car 234 

The Old Fisherman 236 

Kittens and Babies 237 

A Similar Case 238 

A Fly's Cogitations - , 239 

The Charge on "Old Hundred" - 241 



CON lENTS. ix 

PAGB 

A Married Love Letter. 242 

The Ruling Passion 243 

A Complaint 245 

Sunday Talk in the Horse Sheds 247 

We All Know Her 249 

Too Bad 249 

The Wrong Train 250 

How Father Carves the Duck 254 

The Men Who Do Not Lift 255 

Going on an Errand 256 

Her Excuse 257 

Asking Mother 258 

Tit for Tat 259 

The Glorious Fourth 260 

Mr. Maloney's Account of the Ball 262 

"There Was a Crooked Man" 264 

The Noble Stranger 266 

Mickey Coaches His Father 268 

AuntTabitha 271 

Gossip 272 



Recitations for Children. 

Kris Kringle's Surprise 273 

Little Dora's Soliloquy 274 

Little Jack 275 

The Little Angel 276 

A Mercantile Transaction 277 

"Planting" Wheat 277 

The Brave Little Maid 278 

Take Up the Collection 279 

Better Whistle Than Whine 280 

The Little Sunbeam 281 

" I Would If I Could " 282 

Measuring the Baby 283 

A Thanksgiving Dinner 285 



X CONTENTS. 

FAGB 

Mr. Nobody 286 

Is It You? 287 

Lulu's Complaint 288 

Little Tommie's First Smoke 289 

The Robin Redbreasts 290 

"They Say" 291 

Suppose 292 

The Speckled Heu.. 293 

No Stockings to Wear 295 

Miss, Laugh and Miss Fret 296 

Santa's Secret .-. 296 




NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP." 




.\N AMATEUR PERFORMER. 




MISCHIEF, 




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COLONIAIy SCHOOLMASTER. 




FRANCIS T?7ILSON 

• DO IT ALL BY ATTITUDE. I'VE GOT A PATENT ATTITUDE — I HAVE' 




DECORATION DAY COSTUME 
"My country, 'tis of thee, 

Swr:FT LAND OF LIBERTY." 




'MAY WITH BLOSSOMS STOPS THE WAY. 




NOBODY'S CHILD. 

(Suggestion For Tableau.) 

"All day I wander to and fro 
Hungry and shivering and nowhere to go 
Oh! Why does the wind blow upon me so wild? 
Is it because I'm nobody's child?" 




JUST AT DUSK A HORSE OF BROWN, FLECKED WITH FOAM, CAME 
PANTING DOWN. 

THE RIDE OF PAUL VENAR«=S 




GETTING TOO BIG TO KISS. 
'Oh, no, no, no, no, sir! Allow me to pass; 
Oh, no» a kiss is more than I dare: — 
That game's out of fashion '(I'm sorry, alas!) 
You needn't look cross as a bear. " 




YUM-YUM. 




LITTLE TYCOON 




THH BOY ORATOP, 




THE YOUNG PATRIOT 



Recitations for Juveniles. 





RILIyS and marches by the little folks are always in order. The preparation 
for these benefits young people by requiring them to move the body 
quickly and gracefully, assuming an erect attitude, then other positiona 
at the word of command. Such, exercises also aid in forming a habit of 
strict attention. 

The Broom Drill is one of the most entertaining, and can readily be learned. 
It should be practiced until it can be performed promptly and without any mistakes. 
Twelve or sixteen girls — in fact, any even number, according to the size of the 
stage — may take part in it. 

All should be dressed alike, in blouse waist of Turkey red chintz, sleeves and 
collar trimmed with white braid ; skirt made of white cheese cloth, trimmed above 
the hem with band of red chintz, four or five inches wide ; a red cap completes the 
costume. 

During the marching there should be music, and the notes of the piano should 
be struck sharply. Any good march will answer for the music. 

The following exercises conform very nearly to the ** Manual of Arms" used 
in the army. The cuts will be found very serviceable in showing the diflferent 
positions. 

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RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 



THE BROOM DRILL. 

TANDING in rank near the front side of the stage, the teacher gives 
the command to '* present arms," ''carry arms," ''trail arms," etc. 
Each command consists of two words : the first is to indicate what 
the pupil is to do, and on the second w^ord the movement is made, all 
acting in concert. 

The following exercises are suitable for this drill, and always prove very 
entertaining to the audience. 







Fig. 1. Fig. 2. Fig. 3. Fig. 4. 

Carry — Arms ! — The broom is held in the right hand, handle upward, 
with the hand clasping the handle where it joins the brush. The left hand 
hangs at the side. (Fig. 1.) 

Present — Arms ! — Place the broom with the right hand in front of the 
centre of the body, clasping the handle with the left hand above the right. 
Hold the broom perfectly perpendicular. (Fig. 2.) 

Order — Arms ! — Let go the handle with the left hand, and carry the 
broom to the side with the right hand ; then drop the broom to the floor. 
(Fig. 3.) 

In place — Rest ! — Grasp the handle with both hands, the left above the 
right, and place both hands in front of the lower part of the breast. (Fig. 4. ) 



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TVdz//— Arms !— Grasp the handle with the right hand and incline it 
forwarJ, the broom behind, resting on the floor. (Fig. 5.) 

A.'iention—CYihKGY. !— Half face to the right, carrying the heel six inches 
to the rear and three inches to the right of the left, turning the toes of both 
feet slightly inward ; at the same time drop the stick into the left hand, 
elbow against the body, point of stick at the height of the chin, right hand 
^.rasping the stick just above the brush and supporting it firmly against the 
r§ht hip. (Fig. 6.) , 




Fig. 6. 



Fig. 6. 



Fig. 7. 



Fife. 3. 



Fort — Arms ! — Raise and throw the broom diagonally across the body ; 
grasp it smartly with both hands, the right, palm down at the base of the. 
stick ; the left, palm up, thumb clasping stick ; handle sloping to the left 
and crossing opposite the middle of left shoulder; right forearm horizontal; 
forearms and handle near the body. (Fig. 7.) 

Secure — Arms ! — Advance the broom slightly with the right hand, turn 
the handle to the front with the left hand. At the same time change the 
position of the right hand, placing it further up the handle, drop the handle 
to the front, placing the broom where joined with the handle, under the 
right arm. (Fig. 8.) 



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RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 



Reverse — Arms ! — Lift the broom vertically with the right hand, clasp 
the stick with the left hand ; then, with the right hand, grasp the handle 
near the brush. Reverse the broom, the handle dropping to the front, the 
broom passing between the breast and right forearm. Press the handle 
under the arm with the left hand until the right elbow can hold it in place 
against the body; pass left hand behind the back and clasp the sti<k 
(Fig. J).) 




Fig. 9. Fig. lO. Ffg. 

Inspection — Arms! — ^This is executed from the ** carry arms" position. 
Lift the broom quickly with the right hand, bringing it in front of the 
centre of the body ; then grasp the handle with the left hand, placed near 
the chin, and hold it. (Fig. 10.) 



MOVEMENTS OF ATTACK AND DEFENSE. 

These can be executed only with open ranks, the pupils being placed 
seven or eight feet apart. To so place them, the teacher will give the 
order — 

Right (^or Left) open Ranks — March !— -The pupils face to the righf or 
left, according to the order given, except the one at the extreme end of thi 




PHOTO. BY MORRISON, CHICAGO. 

RECITATION IN COSTUME. 



RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 21 

Kne. The others march, the last of the file halting at every four or five 
steps Irom the one in the rear, until all are the same distance apart. They 
then face front. To close the rank, turn to the right or left and march 
toward the pupil standing at the end until halted by the one ahead. Then 
face front. 

Attention — Guard ! — At the command guard, half face to the right, carry 
back and place the right foot about twice its length to the rear and nearly 
the same distance to the right, the feet at little less than a right angle, 
the right toe pointing squarely to the right, both knees bent slightly, weight 
of the body held equally on both legs ; at the same time throw the end of the 
stick to the front, at the height of the chin, grasping it lightly with both 
hands, the right just above the brush, the left a few inches higher ; the right 
hand in line with the left hip and both arms held free from the body and 
without constraint. (Fig. 11.) 

Being at the Guard — Advance ! — Move the left foot quickly forward, 
twice its length ; follow with the right foot the same distance. 

Retire ! — Move the right foot quickly to the rear, twice its length ; 
follow with the left foot the same distance. 

Front — Pass ! — Advance the right foot quickly, fifteen inches in front of 
the left, keeping right toe squarely to the right ; advance the left foot to its 
relative position in front. 

Rear — Pass ! — Carry the left foot quickly fifteen inches to the rear of the 
right ; place the right foot in its relative position in rear, keeping the right 
toe squarely to the right. 

Right — Volt ! — Face to the right, turning on the ball of the left foot, at 
the same time carry the right foot quickly to its position in rear. 

Left — Volt ! — Face to the left, turning on the ball of the left foot, at the 
same time carry the right foot quickly to its position in rear. 

Right rear and left rear volts are similarly executed, facing about on the 
ball of the left foot. 

Quarte — Parry ! — Hold the broom in front of the left shoulder with the 
right hand, handle upward, the fingers of the left hand on the handle, the 
left elbow touching the right wrist. (Fig. 12.) 



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RECITATIOxNS FOR JUVENILES. 



Seconde — Parry ! — Move the point of the broom-handle quickly to J^he 
left, describing a semi-circle from left to right, the left elbow in front of 
the body, the flat of the broom under the right foreann, the right elbow >/o 
or three inches higher than the right shoulder. (Fig. 13.) 




Fig. 12. 




Fig. 13. 




Fig. 14. 



Prime — Parry. — Carry the broom to the left, covering the left shoulder, 
the handle downward, the left forearm behind the handle, the right arm iu 
front of and above the eyes. (Fig. 14-) 



THRUSTS. 

To Thrust in Tierce. — Straighten the right leg, extend both arm.^, 
keeping point of handle at height of the breast, broom at right side of head. 
(Fig. 15.) 

Thrust in Quarte. — The same as tierce, but with the broom on the left 
r.ide of the head. 

LUNGES. 

The hinges are the same as the thrusts, except that the left foot is 
extended farther in front. (Fig. 16. ) 



RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 



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Fig. 15. Ffg. 16. 

Broom to Front — One ! — Raise handle nearly straight up and down, drop 
it into the hollow of the right shoulder. — Two! — Strike quickly by pushing 
the broom forward, the handle always resting on the right shoulder. (Fig. 17. ) 





Fig. 17. Flgr. 18. 

Right Short — Thrust ! — ONE ! — Hold the broom with the right hand 
to the rear, left hand by the right breast, the point of the handle opposite 
the centre of the body. — Two ! — Thrust forward. (Fig. 18.) 



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RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 



High Prime — Parry ! — Raise the broom with both hands in front of and 
higher than the head. Hold the handle firmly with the right hand, the 
broom being to the right ; turn the knuckles of the left hand to the front, 
and let other end of broom-handle rest on the thumb and forefinger. 
(Fig. 19.) 





Fffif. 19. Fig. 20. 

To Guard when Kneeling. — Bring the toe of the left foot square in 
front, plant the right foot to the rear, kneel on the right knee, bending the 
left, hold the broom at an angle of 45 degrees, pointing directly to the 
front, the right hand pressed firmly against the side, the left hand holding 
the Doint of handle upward. (Fig. 20. ) 

THE MARCH. 

[There should be music while the pupils are coming upon the stage and leaving. 
Any spirited march will answer.^ 

Girls enter from right and left sides of stage at the back, eight on each 
Eide, and march in single filf s according to the dijigianr on opposite page. 

When they meet at C Fj separate and march t^ L F and R F, then up 
sides of stage to back, then across back to C B= When they meet at C B, 
form couples and maxch in twos forward on centre line. At C F first 
couple turn to R >.', second to L F, third to R F, fourth to L F, etc. 



RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 



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March up sides to back, and when couples meet at C B march in fours to 
C F. First four turn to R F, second four to L F, etc. March up sides 
to back. 

When the fours meet at C B, form eights and march toward front and 
halt for drill. During the march they '* carry brooms " in the right hand, 



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the stick resting against the right shoulder and nearly vertical, the arm 
hanging at nearly its full length near the body, the hand grasping the 
handle of the broom just above the sweep (the brush part), which rests flat 
against the side of skirt. The thumb and forefinger must be in front. 

LABOR SONG. 

[This is a charming exercise for boys and girls. Each should be dressed in the 
costume of the character to be represented, and, as far as possible, should go 
through the motions called for by the part. The properties can all be placed on 
the stage before the performance begins. Each character comes in alone, those 
who have already entered remaining until the close. All unite in singing the 
chorus, after each performer has spoken or sung (according to choice) the part he 
or she is to act. Music suitable for this selection is herewith furnished.] 

The Farmer (with scythe and dressed like a farmer). 

f'M glad I am a husbandman, 
My acres broad to till, 
And in the Autumn of the year 

My many barns to fill. 
How happy is the farmer's life, 

'Tis one of peace and joy, 
To reap and sow, and plow and mow, 
And thus the time employ. 



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RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 



Chorus. 
How happy is the laborer, 

For when the day is o'er, 
The evening shadows gather round, 

That he may work no more ; 
How happy is the laborer, 

His heart is light and gay, 
And merrily his song rings out, 

Throughout the livelong day. 

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The Farmer's Wife (kneading bread). 
I'm glad I am a farmer's wife, 
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RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 27 

And when the men come home from work, 

Their hungry mouths to feed. 
T keep my house in perfect trim, 

I sweep and dust and bake, 
And when the busy day is done, 

Sweet is the rest I take. — Chorus. 

The Farmer's Girl {with broom and milk pail), 
I'm glad I am a farmer's girl, 

I love the farmer's life. 
And if I ever wed at all, 

I'll be a farmer's wife. 
My milking pails make music sweet, 

I'm happy all the day, 
Work gives my cheek the glow of health, 

And drives dull care away. — Chorus. 

The Farmer's Boy {^mth rake). 
I'm glad I am a farmer's boy, 

To plant and rake and hoe — 
I get upon old Dobbin's back, 

And don't I make him go? 
I shout and make the welkin ring, 

I sing my merry song, 
And, roaming through the fields and woods, 

I'm jolly all day long. \Boy whisiles Clwriis 

Dairy Maid (with chuni). 
I'm glad I am a dairy maid. 

My butter is so yellow ; 
I know the lad that catches mc 

Will be a lucky fellow. 
I'm glad I am a dairy maid. 

My heart is light and gay 



28 RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 

And with my milk and cream and churn, 
I'm happy all the day. — Chorus. 

Washerwoman {with Uib and washboard ). 
I'm glad I am a washerwoman, 

Ye know me by mi look, 
I'll wash and starch your snowy clothes, 

And fold them like a book ; 
Then sind me in your orders quick 

For I've no time for fooling ; 

{Spoken^ 
I'll do thim to the best of my ability, 
Ontirely sure. — Chorus. 

The Shoemaker {slioe, last and kanime?-). 
I'm glad I am a shoemaker, 

With hammer, last and shoe ; 
Without the slippers that I make, 

What would the ladies do? 
I cut the leather, fit the last — 

To me, my work is play — 
From morn to night, with heart so light, 

I sing and peg away. — Chorus. 

The Blacksmith {ivith anvil and hammer^ 
I'm glad I am a blacksmith, 

A noble horse to shoe, 
I hold within my lap his hoof, 

And whack the shoe-nail through ; 
I swing the hammer and I know 

Just how to make a hit, 
And indigestion, if you please, 

Don't trouble me a bit. — Chorus. 



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RECITAL WITH HARP ACCOMPANIMENT. 



RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 29 

The School-Teacher {with slate, book and rule ; three or four children 
to take part of scholars). 
I'm glad I am a school-teacher, 

With slate and book and rule, 
To teach the young idea to shoot, 

And extirpate the fool. 
The heights of knowledge I point out, 

And upward lead the way, 
And with my pupils pressing on, 

I'm happy every day. — -Chorus. 

BOYS WANTED. 

OYS of spirit, boys of will. 

Boys of muscle, brain and power, 

Fit to cope with anything, 
These are wanted every hour. 

Not the weak and whining drones, 

Who all troubles magnify ; 
Not the watchword of " I can't," 

But the nobler one, " I'll try." 

Do whate'er you have to do 

With a true and earnest zeal ; 
Bend your sinews to the task, 

''Put your shoulder to the wheel.'* 

Though your duty may be hard, 

Look not on it as an ill ; 
If it be an honest task, 

Do it with an honest will. 

In the workshop, on the farm, 

At the desk, where'er you be. 
From your future efforts, boys. 

Comes a nation's destiny. 



30 RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 

THE TRUE STORY OF LITTLE BOY BLUE. 

/^ ITTLE Boy Blue, as the story goes, 
I i One morning in summer fell fast cisleep, 

When he should have been, as ever>^ one knows, 
Watching the cows and sheep. 

Now all of you will remember what 

Came of the nap on that summer morn ; 

How the sheep got into the meadow-lot, 
And the cows got into the com. 

Neglecting a duty is wrong, of course. 

But I've always felt, if we could but know, 

That the matter was made a great deal worse 
Than it should have been, and so 

I find in my sifting, that there was one 
Still more to blame than Little Boy Blue. 

I am anxious to have full justice done, 
And so, I know, are you. 

The one to blame I have found to be 
(I'm sorry to say it) little Bo-Peep ; 

You will remember, f>erhaps, that she 
Also was minding sheep. 

Well, little Bo-Peep came tripping along — 

(The sheep site tended were running at large) — - 

Where little Boy Blue sat singing a song. 
And faithfully watching his charge. 

Said little Bo- Peep, *' It's a burning shame 
That you should sit here from week to week. 

Just leave your work, and we'll play a game 
Of— well— of hide and seek." 



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It was dull work, and he liked to play 
Better, I'm sure, than to eat or sleep; 



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He liked the bloom of the summer day; — 
And he liked — he liked Bo-Peep. 

And so, with many a laugh and shout, 

They hid from each other — now here — now there; 



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And whether the cows were in or out, 
Bo-Peep had never a care. 

"I will hide once more," said the maiden fliir, 
•' You shall not find me this time, I sa\' — 

Shut your eyes up tight, and lie down there 
Under that stack of hay. 

"Now^ wait till I call, " said Miss Bo-Peep. 

And over the meadows she slipped awa\-. 
With never a thought for cows or sheep — 

Alas! Alas! the day. 

She let down the bars, did ^liss Bo-Peep — 
Such trifles as bars she held in scorn — 

And into the meadows went the sheep. 
And the cows went into the corn. 

Then long and patiently waited he 

For the blithesome call from her rosy lips ; 

He waited in v-ain — quite like, you see, 
The boy on the burning ship. 

And by and by, when the}' found Bo\' Blue 
In the merest dose, he took the blame. 

I think it was fine in him — don't you — 
Not to mention Bo-Peep's name ? 

And thus it has happened that all these years 

He has borne the blame she ought to share. 
Since I know the truth of it, it appears 
To me to be onl)^ fair 

To tell the stor>' from shore to shore. 
From sea to sea, and from sun to sun. 



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Because, as I think I have said before, 
I like to see justice done. 

So, whatever you've read or seen or heard, 

Believe me, good people, I tell the true 
And only genuine — take my word — 

Story of little Boy Blue. 



IS 



GREETING. 

IND friends, we welcome you to-day 
With songs of merry glee ; 

Your loving smiles we strive to win. 
Each face we love to see. 



Sweet welcomes then to one and all, 

And may your smiles approve ; 
And may we never miss the light 

Of faces that we love. 

OBEYING ORDERS. 

/^N English farmer was one day at work in the fields, when he sa\1 
j^ a party of huntsmen riding about his farm. He had one field 
J that he was specially anxious they should not ride over, as the 

crop was in a condition to be badly injured by the tramp of horses ; 
so he sent a boy in his employ to this field, telling him to shut the 
gate and keep watch over it, and on no account to let it be opened. 
The boy went as he was bid ; but was scarcely at his post before the 
huntsmen rode up, and ordered the gate to be opened. The boy 
refused, saying he had received orders to keep the gate closea. 
Threats and bribes were offered in vain. After awhile one of the men 
advanced and said in stern tones : ** My boy, do you know me ? I 
am the Duke of Wellington — and I command you to open the gate." 
The boy lifted his cap, and said : " I am sure the Duke of Welling- 



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ton would not wish me to disobey orders. I must keep this gate 
shut; no one is to pass through without my master's permission." 

Greatly pleased, the sturdy old warrior lifted his own hat, and said ; 
" I honor the man or boy who can be neither bribed nor frightened 
into doing wrong. With an army of such soldiers, I could conquer 
the world." 

^^THE PRETTIEST GIRL." 

WE had such fun on Valentine's Day 
With the little girls who live over the way! 
Teddy and I, and Jed and Joe, 
Picked out the prettiest girls, you know, 
And wrote 'em things about "Violets blue. 
And sugar is sweet, and so are you," 
And only that Bobby said it was mean, 
I wanted to write, " The grass is green, 
And so are you," and send it out 
To a girl we fellers don't care about. 

But Bobby he's queer, and doesn't go 
For fun like the rest of us chaps, you know. 
Why, who do you think he chose to be 
His Valentine? Now, if I'd been he, 
I'd rather have chosen — never mind ; 
I'll tell you about it, and you will find 
That if ever you want a feller that's queer, 
You'll get him in Bobby, never you fear. 

You see, we boys we had all picked out. 
As I told you, the prettiest girls about. 
But Bob he said there wasn't a girl 
As pretty as his, and there wasn't a curl 
On any girl's head that could half compare 
With his chosen Valentine's soft, fine hair. 
And he said her eyes were a whole lot bluer 
Than any skies, and double the truer, 



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And that he was going to be her knight, 

And take care of her always with main and might. 

He wouldn't tell us his Valentine's name 

Till the regular day for Valentines came, 

And Mamma had hers, and Sister, you know, 

(Of course from Papa, and Sister's beau). 

Then Bob he told us to come ahead. 

And he'd prove the truth of all he had said. 

And where do you think he took us boys? 

Hushing us up at the leastest noise, 

And making us promise not to laugh. 

Nor quiz him, nor give him any chaff? 

Why, he opened Grandmamma's door. "See there!" 

He said. 

It was Grandmamma, I declare! 
Grandmamma sitting and knitting away: 
Sweet Grandmamma, with her hair so gray, 
Lying all soft on her forehead in curls 
Just as pretty as any girl's. 
And I never had noticed before how blue 
Were Grandmamma's eyes. It was really true, 
As Bobby had said, that there never were skies 
One bit bluer than Grandmamma's eyes. 

So she was his Valentine, he was her knight. 
And somehow we all thought Bobby was right 
When he kissed her hand, and cried, in glee, 
"Dear Grandma's 'the prettiest girl,' you see; 
Of course, I chose her instead of Mamma, 
For she, you know, belongs to Papa. 
But Grandpa's in heaven, and so I knew 
jThat Grandma must be my Valentine true." 

Mary D. Brine. 




LET'S PLAY GETTING MARRIED 

"Two EVES BLACK AND TWO EVES ELCE, 
LiTTLH EOY AND GIRL W^RE THEY." 



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there's no time to stop to get them ready. And I cannot find my 
dear Margaret that was broken a little, and the sawdust ran out of 
her. Mamma said she made so much dirt that she must be burnt up, 
and oh! I'm afi-aid that is where she has gone. And ever so many 
of my playthings are lost — lost in the housecleaning. What if they 
were old and broken ! I loved them. So is it any wonder I think 
housecleaning is a dreadful thing? 

When I grow up to be a big woman, I mean never to clean house 
at all, but be just as dirty and happy as I can. What's the world 
made of if it isn't made of dirt? 

LITTLE DOT. 

[The touching incident that gave rise to the following lines occurred in one of 
our large cities. Crouched upon the curbstone in a blinding snowstorm there was 
a little match-girl apparently not more than six; years old. Attracted by her sobs, 
an old gentleman approached her and kindly asked, "Who are you, my little girl, 
that you are here in this storm? " Raising her large brown eyes, brimming with 
tears, she sobbed, " Oh, I'm only little Dot ! "] 

©ROUGHING on the icy pavement, 
Sobbing, shivering with the cold, 
Garments scant around her clinging. 

All her matches yet unsold ; 
Visions of a cheerless garret. 

Cruel blows not soon forgot. 
While through choking sobs the murmur, 
*'0h, I'm only little Dot!" 

Deeper than the icy crystals. 

Though their keenness made her start. 
Is the hungry, aching longing 

In the little match-girl's heart. 
No kind voice to cheer and comfort ; 

Ah ! by fortune quite forgot. 
Who can wonder at the murmur, 

*'0h, I'm only little Dot!" 



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Far above the clouds and snowstorms, 

Where the streets have pearly gates, 
In that home a sainted mother, 

For the little match-girl waits. 
By the throng of waiting angels, 

Little one you're ne'er forgot. 
In the home of many mansions 

There is room for little Dot. 

DOT AND DOLLY. 

WEET little Dot on the doorstep sits, with Dolly wrapped in a 

shawl, — 
Her own thin dress is faded and patched, but Dolly has none at 
all. 
She kisses and cuddles her little pet in a way 'tis joy to see, 
And whispers, *' I know we's poor, but Fs got you, and you's got me!" 

Rocking her treasure to and fro, in the silent summer air, 
Her chubby chin to her bosom went, and her hands forgot their care ; 
Her dimpled feet into dreamland slipped, just as upon the scene 
A lady rode, with jewels and silk begirt like a very queen. 

Her happy darling, just Dot's own size, the child and the dolly spied. 
Then pointed, grasping her mamma's arm, to the half-wrapped pet, 

and cried, 
** Oh, mamma ! look at her dolly — see ! aren't you 'fraid it's catching 

cold? 
Please let me give it Rosa's dress, you know it's getting old." 

She slipped from the carriage, and quick the work of the little maid 

was done. 
And Dot's poor Dolly was in a dress, the prettiest under the sun ! 
Gold and silver, satin and gauze, stockings, and bright blue shoes, 
And money, as much in her pocket put as a doll in a year could use. 



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Then away, with a smile that almost laughed, so great was the giver's 

glee. 
She went, with many a backward look, and said "Vs afraid she'll see! 
Hurry up Tom, mamma!" and quick away to their palace home they 

flew. 
While Dot was dreaming a wonderful dream, of fairies and Dolly, too. 

They had satin dresses and gauzy wings, all speckled with drops of 

gold; 
They danced in troops on the lilac leaves, and a leaf would a dozen 

hold; 
And Dolly was dancing with all her might, in the prettiest dress of all, 
And spangled wings, when up sprang Dot, afraid lest her pet should 

fall. 

Sh^ opened her eyes, and merrily laughed, in happiness and surprise. 
As Dolly dressed in her fairy best, looked into her wondering eyes. 
'' Oh, mamma, what shall I do ?" cried Dot, in a comic tone of dismay, 
*' My Dolly has borrowed a fairy's clothes, and the fairies have runned 
away! 

" Fs afraid she's been naughty and stealed — but then I don't most 

think she would ; 
I guess they did it o' purpose, cos my Dolly's so awful good I 
You pitty, sweet girl ! I'll let you wear 'em awhile, I guess, and then. 
If they want 'em ever, we'll give 'em back, when the fairies come 

again ! " 

Well, that was a long, long time ago — sweet Dot is a woman grown, 
And little ones gather to hear her tell a tale of her childhood flown ; 
And many a story she tells at eve, but nicest of all she knows 
Is the one that tells of Dot and her doll that borrowed the fairy's 
clothes. 

Minnie W. Patterson. 



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MATTIE'S WANTS AND WISHES. 

f WANTS a piece of cal'co 
To make my doll a dress. 
I doesn't want a big piece ; 

A yard'U do I guess. 
I wish you 'fred my needle, 

And find my fimble, too — 
I has such heaps o' sewin' 
I don't know what to do. 

My Hepsy tored her apron 

A tum'lin down the stair, 
And Caesar's lost his pantnoons, 

And needs anozzer pair. 
I wants my Maud a bonnet; 

She hasn't none at all ; 
And Fred must have a jacket; 

His ozzer one's too small. 

I wants to go to grandma's ; 

You promised me I might, 
I know she'd like to see me; 

I wants to go to-night. 
She lets me wipe the dishes. 

And see in grandpa's watch^ 
I wish I'd three, four pennies 

To buy some butter-scotch. 

I wants some newer mittens — 
I wish you'd knit me some, 

'Cause most my finger freezes, 
They leaks so in the fum, 

I wored 'em out last summer, 
A puUin' George's sled ; 




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I wish you wouldn't laugh so — 
It hurts me in my head. 

I wish I had a cookie; 

I'm hungry's I can be. 
If you hasn't pretty large ones, 

You'd better bring me free. 
I wish I had a p'ano — 

Won't you buy me one to keep ? 
O, dear! I feels so tired, 

I wants to go to sleep. Grace Gordon. 

THE WHITE ROSE AND THE POPPY. 
EAR me, you're so red ! " cried the White Rose 

To the Poppy nodding near ; 
" I am sure you must feel most gaudy, 

And very conspicuous, dear ; 
I am dreadfully sorry for you. 

It is trying to be so bright. 
One feels, and looks so modest 

When one's dress is perfectly white. 

'* To seem to solicit attention. 

Though it may not be all your fault, 
Is contrary, quite, to the manners 

Which I have always been taught 
Are becoming in a lady ; 

And so, as I have said, 
You have my heartfelt sympathy 

For being so terribly red." 

Poor Poppy ! Her blush grew deeper, 

And she hung her head, so bright. 
And sighed, and trembled on her stem. 

And wished that she could have been white ; 



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For to be called flaunting and gaudy, 

To be thought immodest and bold, 
Made her petals quiver with anguish. 

And her very calyx grow cold. 

But the comforting south wind kissed her, 

And the whispered words he said 
Stilled the poor fluttering spirits; 

And she lifted her lovely head, 
And turned with a dignity stately 

To her neighbor clad in white, 
Saying, " I was made a red poppy, 

So surely was meant to be bright. 

*' There must be in this great garden, 

Room, and to spare for us all ; 
A place for the creeping myrtle, 

A place for the oak tree tall, 
Room for each shade and color. 

And need for each plant and tree. 
Need for the white and the lilac, 

And even the red, like me. 
Ah ! yes, the Lord of the garden 

Has placed us each in our bed ; 
You in your spotless white robe, 

I, in my garments red. 

** You are not a red poppy, 

I am not a white rose ; 
But the Master and Lord of the garden 

Has work for each flower that grows — 
Work for the high and the lowly. 

Work for the great and small, 
Yea, the loving hand which planted J 

Has need of us, one and all." Annie L. Hannah. ■ 



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LITTLE BY LITTLE. 

p^^-. ^NE step and then another, and the longest walk is* ended ; 
lv!// One stitch and then another, and the widest rent is mended; 

One brick upon another, and the highest wall is made; 

One flake upon another, and the deepest snow is laid. 

Then do not frown nor murmur at the work you have to do, 
Or say that such a mighty task you never can get through ; 
But just endeavor, day by day, another point to gain, 
And soon the mountain that you feared will prove to be a plain. 

THE FARMER. 

[for several boys.] 

HIS is the way the happy farmer (i^ 

Plows his piece of ground, 
That from the little seeds he sows 
A large crop may abound. 

This is the way he sows the seed, (2) 

Dropping with careful hand, 
In all the furrows well prepared 

Upon the fertile land. 

This is the way he cuts the grain (3) 

When bending with its weight ; 
And thus he bundles it in sheaves, (4) 

Working long and late. 

And then the grain he threshes thus (5) 

And stores away to keep ; 
And thus he stands contentedly (6) 

And views the plenteous heap. 

1. Arms extended forward as though holding a plow. 

2. A motion as of taking seed out of a bag or basket, and scattering wit'i the right hand. 

3. Motion as of cutting with a scythe. 

4. Arms curved and extended forward. 

5. Hands as though grasping a flail. Strike with some force. 

6. Erect position, arms folded, or hands ou the hips. 



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A CHRISTMAS EVE ADVENTURE. 

NCE on a time, in a queer little town 

On the shore of the Zuyder Zee, 
When all the good people were fast asleep, 

A strange thing happened to me ! 

Alone, the night before Christmas, 

I sat by the glowing fire. 
Watching the flame as it rose and fell, 

While the sparks shot high and higher. 

Suddenly one of these sparks began 

To flicker and glimmer and wink 
Like a big bright eye, till I hardly knew 

What to do or to say or to think. 

Quick as a flash, it changed to a face. 

And what in the world did I see 
But dear old Santa Claus nodding his head, 

And waving his hand to me ! 

"Oh! follow me, follow me!" soft he cried— 
And up through the chimney with him 

I mounted, not daring to utter a word 
Till we stood on the chimney's rim. 

" Now tell me, I beg you, dear Santa Claus, 

Where am I going with you ? " 
He laughingly answered, " Why don't you know I. 

To travel the wide world through ! 

** From my crystal palace, far in the North, 

I have come since dark — and see 
These curious things for the little folk 

Who live on the Zuyder Zee," 




ONE OF LOUISA ALCOTT'S "LITTLE WOMEN- 




WHAT ARE LITTLE GIRLS GOOD FOR?" 
WE HEARD A MAN ASK TO-DAY; 

80 WE HAVE COME HERE TO TELL YOU, 
PLEASE LISTEN TO WHAT WE SAY. 

THEUITLE 



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Then seating himself in his reindeer sledge, 

And drawing me down by his side, 
He whistled, and off on the wings of the wind 

We flew for our midnight ride. 

But first, such comical presents he left 

For the little Dutch girls and boys, — 
Onions and sausages, wooden-faced dolls, 

Cheeses and gingerbread toys ! 

Away we hurried far to the South, 

To the beautiful land of France ; 
And there we showered the loveliest gifts, — 

Flaxen-haired dolls that could dance, .^ 

Soldiers that marched at the word of command, 

Necklaces, bracelets, and rings, 
Tiny gold watches, all studded with gems, 

And hundreds of exquisite things. 

Crossing the Channel, we made a short call 

In Scotland and Ireland, too ; 
Left a warm greeting for England and Wales, 

Then over the ocean we flew 

Straight to America, where by myself. 

Perched on a chimney high, 
I watched him scramble and bustle about 

Between the earth and the sky. 

Many a stocking he filled to the brim. 

And numberless Christmas trees 
Burst into bloom at his magical touch ! 

Then all of a sudden, a breeze 



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Caught us and bore us away to the South, 
And afterward blew us '' out West ; " 

And never till dawn peeped over the hills 
Did we stop for a moment's rest. 

"Christmas is coming! " he whispered to me, 
**You can see his smile in the sky — 

I wish Merry Christmas to all the world ! 
My work is over — good-bye ! " 

Like a flash he was gone, and I was alone — 
For all of this happened to me 

Once on a time, in a queer little town 
On the shore of the Zuyder Zee ! 

A BOY'S OPINION. 

HE girls may have their dollies, 
Made of china or of wax ; 

I prefer a little hammer, 
And a paper full of tacks. 

There's such comfort in a chisel I 
And such music in a file ! 

I wish that little pocket-saws 
Would get to be the style ! 

My kite may fly up in the tree ; 

My sled be stuck in mud ; 
And all my hopes of digging wells 

Be nipped off in the bud. 

But with a little box of nails, 

A gimlet and a screw, 
I'm happier than any king ; 

I've work enough to do. 



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ROME WASN'T BUILT IN A DAY. 

[for a boy.] 
HE boy who does a stroke and stops 

Will ne'er a great man be ; 
'Tis the aggregate of single drops 
That makes the sea the sea. 

The mountain was not at its birth 

A mountain, so to speak ; 
The little atoms of sand and earth 

Have made its peak a peak. 

Not all at once the morning streams, 

The gold above the gray ; 
'Tis a thousand little yellow gleams 

That make the day the day. 

Not from the snowdrifts May awakes 

In purples, reds, and greens ; 
Spring's whole bright retinue it takes 

To make her queen of queens. 

Upon the orchard rain must fall, 

And soak from branch to root ; 
And blossoms bloom and fall withal. 

Before the fruit is fruit. 

The farmer needs must sow and till 

And wait the wheaten bread, 
Then cradle, thresh, and go to mill, 

Betore the bread is bread. 

Swift heels may get the early shout, 
But, spite of all the din, 



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It is the patient holding out 
That makes the winner win. 

Make this your motto, then, at start — 

'Twill help to smooth the way ; 
And steady up both hand and heart — 

''Rome wasn't built in a day! " Alice Gary. 

PRESENTATION SPEECH. 

EAR TEACHER : — I have been requested by the young per- 
sons of this school (or institution) to offer you a slight token of 
our affection and regard. I cannot tell you how deHghted I 
am to be the means of conveying to you the expression of our united 
love. What we offer you is a poor symbol of our feelings, but we 
know you will receive it kindly, as a simple indication of the attach- 
ment which each one of us cherishes for you in our heart of hearts. 
Vou have made our lessons pleasant to us — so pleasant that it 
would be ungrateful to call them tasks. 

We know that we have often tried your temper and forbearance, 
but you have dealt gently with us in our waywardness, teaching us, 
by example as well as precept, the advantages of magnanimity and 
self-control. We will never forget you. We shall look back to this 
school (or institution) in after life, not as a place of penance, but as a 
scene of mental enjoyment, where the paths of learning were strewn 
with flowers; and whenever memory recalls our school-days, our 
hearts will warm toward you as they do to-day. I have been re- 
quested by my schoolmates not to address you formally, but as a 
beloved and respected friend. In that light, dear teacher, we all 
regard you. 

Please accept, with our little present, our earnest good wishes. 
May you always be as happy as you have endeavored to make your 
pupils, and may they — nothing better could be wished for them — ^be 
always as faithful to their duties to others as you have been in your 
duties to them. 




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WELCOME FOR SCHOOL ENTERTAINMENT. 

EAR friends, with joy we welcome you, 

We greet you, one and all; 

We thank you for your presence here, 
Both great as well as small. 
We know you've come to hear us speak, 
And see us act our parts : 
We'll try to do our very best, 
With glad and willing hearts. 
We hope you will be entertained. 
We'll strive to please each one : 
And when our evening's work is o'er, 
We'll trust you'll say ''Well done." 
Again we bid you welcome here 
With joy our hearts are beating: 
Kind friends we're glad to see you all, 
Accept our evening greeting. Ida M. Hedrich. 

BETTY LEE. 

WEET Betty Lee, the village lass. 

With laughter brimming o'er, 
Leaned out, to see the deacon pass. 

Across the old Dutch door. 

The deacon, riding slowly by. 

Upon a sheepskin sat, 
And 'neath the glance of Betty's eye 

He doffed his old-time hat, 

Betty was lithesome, young and fair ; 

The deacon, stiff and grim ; 
The sunshine lingered in her hair. 

And made it gold to him. 

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The mischief sparkled in her eyes 
And dimpled in her chin — 

A token of unfeigned surprise 
To see him gazing in. 

Her bright blue eyes were opened wide, 
As watching for her fate, 

And in her hands she held with pride— 
And wiped — a china plate. 

The old Dutch door was cut in two, 

With Betty leaning o'er 
The lower half, with eyes of blue^ 

The deacon saw the door. 

It was a pretty sight, and led 
His pious thoughts abroad ; 

No wonder that the deacon had 
"A message from the Lord." 

The deacon from his sheepskin seat 
Bent toward her, slowly o'er. 

And, gazing in the blue eyes sweet, 
Reined up before the door. 

" Betty," said Deacon Marvin, " dear 

Betty, I tell thee true. 
The Lord himself hath sent me here 

That I may marry you." 

The sweet blush mantled o'er her face 
And crept across her brow — 

She bowed her head with girlish grace 
Before the deacon's vow. 



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An olden story 'twas to tell, 

It sealed our Betty's fate, 
Her eyes upon the doorstep fell — 

As also did her plate. 

The maid looked up — a single tear 

Shone in the midday sun — 
Then answered him with words sincere : 

** The Lord ! His will be done ! " 

The deacon slowly jogged along, 

The sheepskin at his knee, 
And all the world broke into song 

For pretty Betty Lee. 

The dishes soon were finished up, 

And Betty shone with pride, 
For every homely plate and cup 

By love was glorified. 

And Deacon Marvin, as he gazed 

Upon the setting sun, 
Still heard her words, as half amazed 

She said : " His will be done." 

And dreamed perhaps — for deacons dream— 

Beside his kitchen fire. 
He saw our Betty's blue eyes gleam. 

Filled with a fond desire. 

And this is how the deacon sped 

Within the by-gone time. 
And how it was he came to wed 

Sweet Betty Lee of Lyme. 

E. Norman Gunnison. 



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THE REASON WHY. 

HEN I was at the party," 

Said Betty (aged just four), 
**A little girl fell off her chair, 

Right down upon the floor ; 
And all the other little girls 

Began to laugh, but me — 
/ didn't laugh a single bit," 

Said Betty, seriously. 

"Why not?" her mother asked her. 

Full of delight to find 
That Betty — bless her little heart! — 

Had been so sweetly kind. 
"Why didn't jw/ laugh, darling? 

Or don't you like to tell ?" 
"I didn't laugh," said Bett>^ 

" 'Cause it was me that fell! " 



SONG OF THE ALL-WOOL SHIRT. 

Y father bought an undershirt 

Of bright and flaming red — 
"All wool, I'm ready to assert, 

Fleece-dyed," the merchant said. 
" Your size is thirty-eight, I think ; 

A forty you should get. 
Since all-wool goods are bound to shrink 

A trifle when they're wet." 

That shirt two weeks my father wore — 
Two washings that was all — 

From forty down to thirty-four 
It shrank like leaf in fall. 




tOTO B hiORRiSO^, 



DO YOU KNOW ME NOW? 



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I wore it then a day or two, ■ 

But when 'twas washed again, 

My wife said ** Now 'twill only do ; 

For little brother Ben." 1 

■I 

A fortnight Ben squeezed into it, i 

At last he said it hurt, i 
We put it on our babe — ^the fit 

Was good as any shirt. j 

We ne'er shall wash it more while yet ! 

We see its flickering light, , 

For if again that shirt is wet, i 

'Twill vanish from our sight. i 

THE CAT'S BATH. \ 

S pussy sat washing her face by the gate, ^ 

A nice little dog came to have a good chat ; j 

And after some talk about matters of state, j 

Said, with a low bow, '' My dear Mrs. Cat, ! 
I really do hope you'll not think I am rude; 

I am curious, I know, and that you may say — 

Perhaps you'll be angry — but no, you're too good — j 

Pray, v/hy do you wash in that very odd way ? I 

Now I every day rush away to the lake, ] 

And in the clear water I dive and I swim ; j 
I dry my wet fur with a run and a shake. 

And am fresh as a rose and neat as a pin. ' 

" But you any day in the sun may be seen, | 

Just rubbing yourself with your red little tongue ; I 

I admire the grace with which it is done — ■ 
But really, now, are you sure you get yourself clean?'* 

The cat, who sat swelling with rage and surprise j 

At this, could no longer her fury contain, ) 



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For she had always supposed herself rather precise, 
And of her sleek neatness had been somewhat vain; 

So she flew at poor doggy and boxed both his ears, 
Scratched his nose and "his eyes, and spit in his face, 

And sent him off yelping ; from which it appears 

Those who ask prying questions may meet with disgrace. 

THE LITTLE LIGHT. 

^The figures in this recitation refer to the corresponding numbers under typical 
gestures in the first part of this volume.] 

HE light^ shone dim on the headland, 

For the storm was raging high ; 
I^ shaded my eyes from the inner glare, 

And gazed on the west, gray sky. 
It was dark and lowering ; on the sea 

The waves were booming loud, 
And the snow and the piercing winter sleet 

^Wove over all a shroud. 

**God^^ pity the men on the sea to-night!" 

I said to my little ones. 
And we shuddered as we heard afar 

The sound of minute-guns. 
My good man came in, in his fishing coat, 

(He was wet and cold that night), 
And he said^®: "There'll lots of ship go down 

On the headland rocks to-night." 

*' Let the lamp burn all night, mother," 

Cried little Mary then ; 
*' 'Tis but a little Hght, but still 

It might save drowning men." 
"Oh! nonsense!" cried her father (he 

Was tired and cross that night), 



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"The headland lighthouse is enough." 
And he put out the light. 

That night^, on the rocks below us, 

A noble ship went down, 
But one was saved from the ghastly wreck. 

The rest were left to drown. 
"We steered by a little light," he said, 

" Till we saw it sink from view ; 
If they'd only 'a left that light all night 

My mates might have been here, too ! ** 

Then little^ Mary sobbed aloud ; 

Her father blushed for shame ; 
" *Twas our light that you saw," he said, 

"And I'm the one to blame." 
Twas a little light — how small a thing ! 

And trifling was its cost. 
Yet for want of it a ship went down, 

And^^ a hundred souls were lost. 



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A BABY'S REFLFXTIONS. 
'M a very little baby. 

Little face and hands and feet; 
And my mother says she never 

Saw a baby half so sweet. 
It is nice to hear them talking 

In that way, but I can see, 
Oh, a lot of little babies, 

Who all look and laugh like me. 

When I look out of the window 
There's a baby in the glass, 

And he waves his hands as I do 
To the people as they pass ; 



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When I put out hands to touch him 
And to pat him on the cheek, 

He will look and act as I do, 
But he'll never, never speak. 

There's a baby in the mirror. 

There's a baby in the spoon, 
And there's one in front of mother 

When we play a little tune. 
These are very funny babies, 

Where I go they always come, 
But I never hear them talking. 

So I guess they are deaf and dumb. 

DO YOUR BEST. 

O your best, your very best, 
2^ And do it every day. 
Little boys and little girls, 
That is the wisest way. 

Whatever work comes to your hand. 
At home or at your school. 

Do your best with right good will; 
It is a golden rule. 

For he who always does his best. 
His best will better grow ; 

But he who shirks or slights his task, 
Lets all the better go. 

What if your lessons should be hard ? 

You need not yield to sorrow, 
For he who bravely works to-day. 

His task grows light to-morrow. 



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THE LIGHT IN THE WINDOW. 

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.ygi^). IhL, Santa Claus come to-night, mother?" asked little 
Steenie, drawing his stool close to his mother's chair, and 
resting his curly head on her knee. The mother's face was 
very sad, as she stooped over and kissed the bright eyes upturned to hers. 

"And if he does not, Steenie, little man, can we not wait till next 
Christmas ? You know how the snow has drifted on the plain, and 
hidden the road ; you know how dark it is now ; he may not come 
to-night, dear." 

''Come here to the window, Steenie," said Ev, who stood flattening 
his nose against the cold pane. 

The two boys peered out into the darkness, where even the white 
snow which was piled and drifted in the yard and against the fences 
of the corrals was now hidden. 

"Steenie," said Ev, so low that mother, sitting by the fire darning 
their little socks, the big tears rolling down her cheeks and dropping 
upon her work, and father, who was so ill and now lay asleep on the 
bed in the corner, could not hear, " Steenie," he said, his child's 
heart feeling heavy and sad, but his manly bravery prompting him to 
comfort his little brother in his sorrow, " see how dark it is out there ; 
we can't even see the haystacks, nor the barn, nor nothing. If Santa 
Claus tried to come to-night he might get lost, and all his reindeer, 
and his sleigh, and his books, and his toys, and his goodies, and— and 
— everything. And if I was you I'd er heap ruther he wouldn't try 
to come to-night — wouldn't you, Steenie ? — than for him to get lost 
on the prairie. Don't cry, Steenie ! Mother will hear you, and it 
will make her sad, too, and father might wake up. Don't cry ; try to 
be a man, like mother said, and Santa Claus won't forget us when it 
aint so dark and he can get here," 

The brave little fellows both tried very hard to keep back the tears, 
but somehow they just would come, and by-and-by, when mother 
called to them to go to bed, they were very wet little faces that were 
held up to hers for a kiss. 



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** May I hang up our stockings and pray to God to make it light, so 
Santa Claus can see how to come, mother?" said Steenie. 

" Yes, dear," said mother. 

She tucked the covers well about the boys when they pressed their 
tearful faces upon the pillows, and the little fellows lay very still for 
some time. 

"Ev," said Steenie, by-and-by, when mother's light was out and 
he knew she was gone to bed, too; '*do you think Santa Claus could 
see if there was a light ?" 

'*He might," said Ev, drowsily. 

Steenie turned over, stuck his head out from under the cover and 
opened his eyes very Avide to keep from going to sleep. He had not 
many minutes to wait before Ev's regular breathing told that he was 
asleep. It was very dark and Steenie could not see a wink, but he 
reached down to the foot of the bed, and got Ev's overcoat and slipped 
into it. It was not much too big for him, but it was getting very tight 
on Ev. 

" Now I shall not take cold," he said, as he felt for the matches 
which mother always put on the little table so Ev could make a light 
if Steenie had the croup. ''Yes, here they are," said Steenie to him- 
self, '* and I know the lantern is hanging just above the bed on the 
peg by the window, for I saw Ev put it there." 

It was but the work of a moment for him to strike a match and light 
the big lantern that hung near the bedpost. He saw the light spring 
up and shine through the bare window out into the white yard, over 
the white fence, across the white prairie beyond. 

" If Santa Claus is coming that way he'll see my light," the little 
fellow said, as he crept back to bed ; and very soon he was asleep. 
Steenie saw the light shine across the white yard and the white fence 
and the white prairie, but he did not see the poor, miserable little 
peddler, who struggled to his feet again when the bright gleam 
reached him, and who made another effort to get out of the drift 
by the roadside. 

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and well-nigh bent to the ground by the weight of his heavy pack, the 
peddler sank exhausted upon the steps. But mother heard, and let 
the poor man in, and the next morning the boys saw him. 

And they saw something else, too. When they opened their eyes 
they saw the lantern still burning and the light of a beautiful Christmas 
day shining in upon their bright faces. And what were those piles of 
bundles upon the tsvo chairs where Steenie had hung the stockings? 

Out of bed the boys sprang, laughing and shouting to find their 
stockings stuffed with the candies they had longed for, round and flat 
and red and white. There were a new overcoat, new boots, new mit- 
tens for Ev and a new suit for Steenie, with a belt to buckle around 
his waist ; there were books and pictures, and eveiything they had 
\\'ished for, down to Ev's jackknife and Steenie's ball. 

*• God answered my prayer, didn't he, mother?" said Steenie, joy- 
fully. Patience Oriel. 



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BE IN TIME. 

E in time for every call ; 
If you can't be first of all, 
Be in time. 
If your teachers only find 
You are never once behind, 
But are, like the dial, true, 
They will always trust in you 
Be in time. 



Never linger ere you start; 
Set out with a willing heart; 

Be in time. 
In the morning, up and on, 
First to work, and soonest done : 
This is how the goal's attained : 
This is how the prize is gained : 

Be in time. 



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Those who aim at something great 
Never yet were found too late : 

Be in time. 
Life with all is but a school : 
We must work with plan and rule, 
With some noble end in view, 
Ever steady, earnest, true : 

Be in time. 

Listen, then, to wisdom's call — 
Knowledge now is free to all : 

Be in time. 
Youth must daily toil and strive, 
Treasure for the future hive ; 
For the work they have to do. 
Keep this motto still in view : 

Be in time. 



HOW HIS GARMENTS GOT TURNED. 

WHEN the golden sunlight dances on the bosom of the stream. 
And the silver lilies, starlike, 'mong the olive sedges gleam, 
When the bullfrog seeks the cover of the grasses tall and 
rank, 
And the pickerel at noonday seeks the shadow of the bank, 
Then the small boy goes in swimming in the costume of the mode 
That was worn by fair Godiva when through Coventry she rode. 

He splashes in the limpid stream with many a gleeful shout. 

And to the bank returning puts his shirt on inside out ; 

And when his mother questions him, ''How came that garment so?" 

He looks upon it with surprise, and says he doesn't know; 

When further pressed to give the cause, this reason he employs : 

** I must have turned a somersault when playing with the boys.'* 




A HUMOROUS RECITATION. 



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WHEN MAMMA WAS A LITTLE GIRL. 

WHEN mamma was a little girl 
(Or so they say to me) 
She never used to romp or run, 
Nor shout and scream with noisy fun, 

Nor climb an apple tree. 
She always kept her hair in curl — 
When mamma was a little girl. 

When mamma was a little girl 

(It seems to her, you see) 
She never used to tumble down, 
Nor break her doll, nor tear her gown, 

Nor drink her papa's tea. 
She learned to knit, ''plain," ''seam," and "purl"- 
When mamma was a little girl. 

But grandma says — it must be true — 

"How fast the seasons o'er us whirl! 
Your mamma, dear, was just like you. 

When she was grandma's little girl." 



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THE TWO BROTHERS. 

FROM THE TALMUD. 

N Palestine long years ago — 

So runs the legend old — 
Where Kedron's sparkling waters flow 

Across their sands of gold. 
And Mt. Moriah lifts his head 

Above the sunny plain. 
Two brothers owned — as one — 'tis sai<i, 

A field of golden grain. 



62 RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 

And when the autumn days had come 

And all the shocks and sheaves 
Stood waiting for the " harvest home," 

Among the withering leaves, 
The elder brother said one night, 

** I'm stronger far than Saul, 
My younger brother, 'tis but right 

That I should give him all 
These sheaves that grow upon the plain 

We own together, so 
I'll put with his my stacks of grain. 

And he will never know." 

Scarce had he left the sheaves of wheat 

When quietly there came 
Across the field with stealthy feet. 

And errand just the same — 
The younger lad who said, "I see 

My brother Simon's need 
Is greater far than mine, for he 

Hath wife and child to feed ; 
And so to him I'll give my sheaves, 

It is but right, I know — 
And he will never think who leaves 

These wheat stacks on his row ! " 

Next morning when the brothers twain 

Began to count their store, 
Behold! each found his stacks of grain 

To number as before ! 
**Why! how is this?" in great surprise 

Each to himself then said — 
"I'll watch to-night and see who tries 

These tricks when I'm abed!" 




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And so, half way across the plain 
They met — each one bent o'er 

With shocks and sheaves of golden grain 
To swell his brother's store! 

Good Saul and Simon ! Would to-day 
More brothers might be found 

Who seek each other's good alway, 
And in kind deeds abound. 



THE PECULIAR NEIGHBOR. 

E is so very peculiar," 

His neighbors said with a smile, 
*' He works in the quarry yonder, 

The distance of half a mile. 
He never complains or grumbles, 

But labors till close of day. 
He is old and wretched and friendless. 

And very peculiar, they say." 

That was all. He was very ''peculiar," 

I found of the village folk, 
And lived in a little cottage alone, 

'Neath the shade of a sheltering oak, 
In the midst of a tiny garden patch. 

Just back from the noisy street. 
But the heart that throbbed 'neath his ragged coat 

Was as noble a heart as beat. 

Yes, he was truly " peculiar," 

I heard, with a wondering start, 
Of the kindly deeds that were daily done 

By that good, old-fashioned heart. 



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His coat, so ragged and worn with time, 

A brother might freely share : 
Contented he with only a smile 

And a fervently whispered prayer. 

When evening came, and he sat alone 

In his vine-wreathed doorway low. 
Who cared if his lonely heart grew sad ? 

His bitterness who should know? 
And when he brushed, with his aged hand. 

The dew from his eyes so dim, 
What mattered it if he pondered o'er 

The days that were sweet to him? 

But then, when the sun in the heavens rose. 

He was up again with a smile, 
Trudging along, in his shabby clothes, 

The distance of half a mile. 
While the children clung to his sunburnt hands 

As he went on his cherry way ; 
And I wished to God, as I saw him pass, 

That more were "peculiar" to-day. 

Harriet M. Spaulding. 



THE DEAD DOLL. 

¥0U needn't be trying to comfort me, 
I tell you my dolly is dead! 
There's no use in saying she isn't 

With a crack like that in her head. 
It's just like you said it wouldn't hurt 

Much to have my tooth out that day. 
And then when the man most pulled my 
Head off you hadn't a word to say. 



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And I guess you must think I'm a baby 

When you say you can mend it with glue! 
As if I didn't know better than that, 

Why just suppose it were you! 
You might make her look all mended ; 

But what do I care for looks, 
Why, glue's for chairs, and tables, 

And toys and the backs of books. 

My dolly, my own little daughter ! 

Oh, but it's the awfuUest crack ! 
It just makes mc sick to think 

Of the sound, when her poor head went whack 
Against that horrible brass thing 

That holds up the little shelf. 
Now, nursey, what makes you remind me ? 

I know that I did it myself. 

I think you must be crazy. 

You'd get her another head? 
W^hat good would forty heads do her ? 

I tell you my dolly is dead ! 
And to think I hadn't quite finished 

Her elegant new^ spring hat, 
And I took a sweet ribbon of hers 

To tie on that horrid cat! 

When my mama gave me that ribbon, 

I was playing out in the yard. 
She said to me most expressly, 

"Here's a ribbon for Hildegarde.** 
And I went and put it on Tabby, 

And Hildegarde saw me do it. 
But I said to myself, " O never mind, 

I don't believe she knew it." 
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But I know she knew it now. 

And I just believe, I do, 
That her poor little heart was broken. 

And so her head broke, too ; 
Oh, my baby, my little baby, 

I wish my head had been hit. 
For I've hit it over and over, 

And it wasn't cracked a bit. 

But since the darling is dead 

She'll want to be buried, of course. 
We will take my little wagon, nurse. 

And you shall be the horse. 
And I'll walk behind and cry, 

And we'll put her in this, you see. 
This dear little box, and we'll bury 

Her then under the maple tree. 

And papa will make me a tombstone 

Like the one he made for my bird. 
And he'll put what I tell him on it. 

Yes, every single word. 
I shall say, ** Here lies Hildegarde, 

A beautiful doll who is dead. 
She died of a broken heart 

And a dreadful crack in her head.'* 



BRAVE AND TRUE. 

WHATEVER you are, be brave, boys! 
The liar's a coward and slave, boys! 
Though clever at ruses. 
And sharp at excuses, 
He's a sneaking and pitiful knave, boys! 



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Whatever you are, be frank, boys ! 
'Tis better than money and rank, boys ; 

Still cleave to the right, 

Be lovers of light, 
Be open, above board, and frank, boys ! 

Whatever you are, be kind, boys ! 
Be gentle in manner and mind, boys ; 

The man gentle in mien. 

Words, and temper, I ween, 
Is the gentleman truly refined, boys ! 

But, whatever you are, be true, boys ! 
Be visible through and through, boys ! 

Leave to others the shamming. 

The "greening" and "cramming," 
In fun and in earnest, be true, boys ! 

Henry Downton. 

MAKE CHILDHOOD SWEET. 

WAIT not till the little hands are at rest 
Ere you fill them full of flowers ; 
Wait not for the crowning tuberose 

To make sweet the last sad hours ; 
But while in the busy household land, 
Your darlings still need your guiding hand, 
Oh, fill their lives with sweetness ! 

Wait not 'till the little hearts are still, 

For the loving look and phrase ; 
But while you gently chide a fault 

The good deed kindly praise, 
The word you would speak beside the bier 
Falls sweeter far on the living ear ; 

Oh ! fill young lives with sweetness ! 



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Ah! what are kisses on clay cold lips 

To the rosy mouth we press, 
When our wee one flees to her mother's arms, 

For love's tenderest caress? 
Let never a worldly bauble keep 
Your heart from the joy each day should reap, 

Circling young lives with sweetness. 

Give thanks each morn for the sturdy boys, 
Give thanks for the fairy girls ; 

With a dower of wealth like this at home. 
Would you rifle the earth for pearls? 

Wait not for death to gem love's crown. 

But daily shower life's blessings down, 
And fill young hearts with sweetness. 

THE CHICKENS. 

AID the first little chicken, 
With a queer little squirm, 
I wish I could find 
A fat little worm." 

Said the next little chicken, 
With an odd little shrug, 

"I wish I could find 
A fat little slug." 

Said the third little chicken. 
With a sharp little squeal, 

" I wish I could find 

Some nice yellow meal.'* 

Said the fourth little chicken. 
With a small sigh of grief, 
" I wish I could find 
A little green leaf.'* 




PHOTO. BY MORRISON, CHICAGO- 



'YOU NAUGHTY CHILD." 



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Said the fifth little chicken, 

With a faint little moan, 
" I wish I could find 

A wee gravel stone." 

" Now, see here," said the mother 

From the green garden patch, 
" If you want any breakfast, 

Just come here and scratch." 

WHOSE GIRL? 

WELL, whose girl am I, anyway ? 
I fell down cellar yesterday 
And gave my head an awful bump. 
If you could only see the lump ! 
Mamma called me when I cried, 
And hugged me close up to her side. 
And said, " I'll kiss and make it well. 
Mamma's own girl, how hard she fell ! " 

When papa took me out to play 
Where all the men were raking hay. 
He put me on old Dobbin's back ; 
And when they gave the whip a crack 
Off he threw me. Papa said, 
When I got up and rubbed my head, 
And shut my lips and winked my eyes, 
•* Papa's brave girl, she never cries." 

And when to grandmama's I go — 
Well, you would be surprised to know 
Of all the pies and cakes so sweet. 
And jams and tarts she makes to cat, 



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And tells me eat my fill, for more 
There is to spare — a goodly store — 
Saved up for me, her precious pearl — 
I am, she says, ** grandmama's girl." 

And grandpa says : " I'll buy her soon 
A little pony of her own. 
She'll learn to ride it well, I know, 
Because she's grandpa's girl, ho! ho!" 
And plenty other people say, 
"Well! how are you, my girl, to-day?" 
Now can you tell me, if you try, 
How many little girls am I ? 



THE LITTLE BOY'S LAMENT. 

H ! why must I always be washed so clean 
And scrubbed and drenched for Sunday, 

When you know, very well, for you've always seen, 
That I'm dirty again on Monday? 

My hair is filled with the lathery soap, 

Which adown my ears is dripping ; 
And my smarting eyes I can scarcely ope, 

And my lips the suds are sipping. 

It's down my neck and up my nose, 

And to choke me you seem to be trying ; 

That I'll shut my mouth you need not suppose. 
For how can I keep from crying? 

You rub as hard as ever you can. 

And your hands are hard, to my sorrow ; 

No woman shall wash me when I am a man, 
And I wish I was one to-morrow. 



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LOST TOMMY. 

fRAY, have you seen our Tommy? 
He's the cutest little fellow, 
With cheeks as round as apples, 

And hair the softest yellow. 
You see, 'twas quite a while ago, — 

An hour or two, perhaps, — 
When grandma sent him off to buy 
A pound of ginger-snaps. 

We have traced him to the baker's. 

And part way back again ; 
We found a little paper sack 

Lying empty in the lane. 
But Tommy and the ginger-snaps 

Are missing totally ; 
I hope they both will reappear 

In time enough for tea. 

We have climbed up to the garret, 

And scoured the cellar through ; 
We have ransacked every closet, 

And the barn and orchard too ; 
We have hunted through the kitchen, 

And the pantry? Oh! of course, — 
We have screamed and shouted "Tommy" 

Until we're fairly hoarse. 

Ah ! here's the laundry basket, 

Within I'll take a peep. 
Why — what is this curled up so tight ? 

'Tis Tommy, fast asleep. 
O mamma, auntie, grandma! 

Come and see the fun, 



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Tommy, where's the ginger-snaps? 
" Eaten ! — every one ! " 

••Bless my heart!" laughs auntie, 

" Dear, dear, I shall collapse ; 
Where could he stow them all away? 

A pound of ginger-snaps j? " 

But mamma falls to kissing, 

Forgetting fright and toil, 
While grandma bustles out to fetch 

A dose of castor oil. Mrs. Julia M. Dana. 



NEVER SAY FAIL. 

N life's rosy morning, 

In manhood's pride, 
Let this be your motto. 

Your footsteps to guide : 
In storms and in sunshine, 

Whatever assail, 
We'll onward and conquer, 

And never say fail. 



GRANDPAPA'S SPECTACLES. 

RANDPAPA'S spectacles cannot be found! 

He has searched all the rooms, high and low, round and round 
Now he calls to the young ones, and what does he say ! 
"Ten cents to the child who will find them to-day." 

Then Harry and Nelly and Edward all ran. 

And a most thorough search for the glasses began. 

And dear little Nell in her generous way 

Said, "I'll look for them, Grandpa, without any pay." 




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All through the big Bible she searched with care, 
It lies on the table by Grandpapa's chair. 
They feel in his pockets, they peep in his hat. 
They pull out the sofa and shake out the mat. 

Then down on the floor, like good-natured bears, 
Go Harry and Ned under tables and chairs. 
Till quite out of breath, Ned is heard to declare. 
He believed that those glasses are not anywhere. 

But Nelly, who, leaning on Grandpapa's knee. 

Was thinking most earnestly, "where can they be?" 

Looked suddenly up in the kind, faded eyes, 

And her own shining brown ones grew big with surprise. 

She clapped with her hands, all her dimples came out, 
She turned to the boys wuth a bright, roguish shout, 
"You may leave off your looking, both Harry and Ned, 
For there are the glasses on Grandpapa's head." 

THE STOLEN CUSTARD. 

UGAR-TOOTHED Dick 

For dainties was sick. 
So he slowly stole into the kitchen, 
Snatched a cup from the pantry. 
And darted out quick, 
Unnoticed by mother or Gretchen. 

Whispered he, "There's no cake, 

For to-morrow they bake, 
But this custard looks rich and delicious ; 

How they'll scold at the rats. 

Or the mice, or the cats ; 
For of me I don't think they're suspicious. 



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** They might have filled up 

Such a mean little cup! 
And for want of a spoon I must drink it : 

But 'tis easy to pour — 

Hark! who's at the door?" 
And the custard went down ere you'd think it. 

With a shriek he sprang up; 

To the floor dashed the cup; 
Then he howled, tumbled, sputtered, and blustered, 

Till the horrible din 

Brought the whole household in — 
He had swallowed a cupful of mustard! 

THE BEGGAR BABY. 

fALE and weary, strangely old, 
Wan with hunger, pinched with cold, 
Clothed with rags, around it rolled — 
A little beggar baby. 

Careless travellers going by. 
Walked around, lest, coming nigh, 
They might hear the hungry cry 
Of the poor beggar baby. 

Rich men passed, and thought within, 
**'Twere well that life had never been," 
As though misfortune were a sin 
In a poor beggar baby. 

Only the pauper mother smiled. 
Only the mother blessed the child. 
And murmured love in accents mild 
To that poor beggar baby. 



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But by and by the baby died, 
And they buried it on the paupers' side 
Of the yard ; — only the mother cried 
For that poor beggar baby. 

But lo ! beyond the pauper tomb 
A wondrous light stole through the gloom, 
And voices sang, '' In heaven there's room 
For that poor beggar baby." 

And then in garments white and new, 
Upward the ranks of angels through, 
The radiant ransomed spirit flew 
Of that poor beggar baby. 

A LITTLE BOY'S TROUBLES. 

THOUGHT when I'd learned my letters 
' That all of my troubles were done ; 
But I find myself much mistaken — 

They only have just begun. 
Learning to read was awful. 

But nothing like learning to write ; 
I'd be sorry to have you tell it, 
But my copy-book is a sight ! 

The ink gets over my fingers ; 

The pen cuts all sorts of shines. 
And won't do at all as I bid it ; 

The letters won't stay on the lines. 
But go up and down and all over. 

As though they were dancing a jig — ' 
They are there in all shapes and sizes, 

Medium, little, and big. 



RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 

The tails of the g's are so contrary, 

The handles get on the wrong side 
Of the d's, and the k's, and the h's, 

Though I've certainly tried and tried 
To make them just right ; it is dreadful, 

I really don't know what to do, 
I'm getting almost distracted — 

My teacher says she is too. 

My teacher says, little by little 

To the mountain tops we climb ; 
It isn't all done in a minute, 

But only a step at a time ; 
She says that all the scholars, 

All the wise and learned men. 
Had each to begin as I do ; 

If that's so, where's my pen ? Carlotta Perry 

" GIVE THE YOUNGSTERS A CHANCE." 

/^H ! here we are ! don't leave us out, 
h^ Just because we're little boys ! 
J Though we're not so old and stout. 
In the world we make a noise! 
You're a year or two ahead. 

But we step by step advance ; 
All the world's before you spread — 
Give us smaller boys a chance ! 

Never slight us in your play. 

You were once as small as we ; 
We'll be big, like you, some day, 

Then, perhaps, our power you'll see. 
We will meet you, when we're grown. 

With a brave and fearless glance ; 




-O. BY MORRISON, CHICAGO. 

SONG OF THE FI^OWER GIRL. 



RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 77 

Don't think all this world's your own- 
Give us little lads a chance ! 

Little hands will soon be strong 

For the work that they must do ; 
Little lips will sing their song 

When these early days are through. 
So, you big boys, if we're small, 

On our toes you needn't dance ; 
There is room enough for all, 

Give the younger boys a chance ! 



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" DON'T GIVE UP THE SHIP/' 
OU'RE on the sea of life, boys. 

Your ship is staunch and strong ; 
You're sailing smoothly now, boys, 

But storms will come ere long. 
Then boldly furl your sail, boys, 

And let the tempest '' rip," 
Stand bravely by the helm, boys, 

And " Don't give up the ship ! " 

Though clouds o'ercast the sky, boys, 

The sun is bright behind ; 
And though the waves roll high, boys, 

They'll soon calm down, you'll find. 
So always keep up heart, boys, 

With cheerful eye and lip ; 
And let your watchword e'er, boys, 

Be, '' Don't give up the ship ! " 

Beyond the raging sea, boys. 

You'll find at last a rest, 
If only on your trip, boys. 

You do your " level best." 



78 RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 

There waits for each a crown, boys, 

So take a manly grip ; 
There waits for all eternal life 

Who "Don't give up the ship." 

Hester Hunt. 



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LITTLE EFFORTS. 

LITTLE child I am indeed, 

And little do I know ; 
Much help and care I yet shall need. 

That I may wiser grow, 
If I would ever hope to do 

Things great and good and useful too. 

But even now I ought to try 

To do what good I may ; 
God never meant that such as I 

Should only live to play, 
And talk and laugh, and eat and drink, 

And sleep and wake, and never think. 

One gentle word that I may speak, 

Or one kind, loving deed. 
May, though a trifle, poor and weak, 

Prove like a tiny seed ; 
And who can tell what good may spring 

From such a very little thing. 

Then let me try each day and hour. 

To act upon this plan ; 
What little good is in my power ; 

To do it while I can. 
If to be useful thus I try, 

I may do better by and by. 



RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 79 

DEWDROPS. 

HE dewdrops on the summer morn 

Sparkle on the grass ; 
The village children brush them oft* 

As through the fields they pass. 
There are no gems in monarch's crown 

More beautiful than they, 
And yet we scarcely notice them. 

But tread them oft" in play. 

MICE. 

HEY break the kitchen windows 

And overturn the chairs ; 
They cut the doors and tables — 

Much wicked work is theirs. 
Your watch they often handle, 

And sometimes let it fall ; 
Which fact is quite surprising 

When told of rodents small. 

They hide your books and papers. 

Unlock the doors and gates ; 
They revel in the pantry 

And rattle down the plates. 
They fill your boots with pebbles, 

And to your great dismay, 
A garret full of pussies 

Can't keep the knaves away. 

But mice don't slam the shutters, 

And sail your hats for boats, 
And give away to beggars 

Your pantaloons and coats. 



80 RECITATIONS FOR JUVENILES. 

At last, you muse on Darwin, 
And, much to your annoy, 

You find those mice developed 
Into the youngest boy. 




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HOE OUT YOUR ROW. 

NE day, a lazy farmer's boy^ 

Was hoeing out the corn. 
And moodily had listened long 

To hear the dinner horn. 
The welcome blast was heard at last, 

And down he dropped his hoe ; 
But the good man shouted in his ear, 

" My boy, hoe out your row." 

Although a ''hard one" was the row, 

To use a ploughman's phrase, 
And the lad, as sailors have it, 

Beginning well to " haze," 
" I can," he said, and manfully 

He seized again his hoe 
And the good man smiled to see 

The boy " hoe out his row." 

The lad that text remembered long, 

And proved the moral well. 
That perseverance to the end 

At last will nobly tell. 
Take courage, man ! resolve you can, 

And strike a vigorous blow ; 
In life's great field of varied toil, 

Always '*hoe out your row." 



Encores. 



A STORY OF CHINESE LOVE. 

HE festive Ah Goo 

And Too Hay, the fair — 
They met and the two 
Concluded to pair. 

They ** spooned" in the way 

That most lovers do, 
And Ah Goo kissed Too Hay, 

And Too Hay kissed Ah Goo. 

Said the festive Ah Goo, 

As his heart swelled with pride, 
'* Me heap likee you — 

You heap be my blide." 

And she, looking down, 

All so modest and pretty, 
'Twixt a smile and a frown, 

Gently murmured, ** You betee." 

AN INQUIRING FRIEND. 
/^ GENTLEMAN riding in an Eastern railway car, which was 
H^ rather sparsely supplied with passengers, observed in a seat 
J before him a lean, slab-sided Yankee, every feature of whose 

face seemed to ask a question, and a circumstance soon proved that 
he had a more "inquiring mind." Before him, occupying th'i entire 
seat, sat a lady in deep black ; and after shifting his position several 
times, and manoeuvring to get an opportunity to look into her face, he 
at length caught her eye. 

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82 ENCORES. 

"In affliction?" " Yes," responded the lady. "Parent — father or 
mother?" "No, sir." "Child, perhaps — boy or girl?" "No, sir; 
not a child — I have no children." "Husband, then, I expect?" 
"Yes," was the curt answer. "Hum! cholera? — a tradin' man, 
maybe?" "My husband was a sea-faring man — the captain of a 
vessel — he didn't die of cholera; he was drowned." "Oh, drowned, 
eh?" pursued the inquisitor, hesitating for a brief instant — "Save his 
chistf "Yes; the vessel was saved, and my husband's effects," 
said the widow. " Was they?" asked the Yankee, his eyes brighten- 
ing up — ''Pious man?" "He was a member of the Methodist 
Church." The next question was a little delayed, but it came — 
" Don't you think you have great cause to be thankful that he was a 
pious man and saved his chist?" "I do," said the widow, abruptly, 
and turned her head to look out of the window. 

The indefatigable "pump" changed his position, held the widow by 
his glittering eye once more, and propounded one more query, in a 
little lower tone, with his head a little inclined forward, over the back 
of the seat — "Was you calculating to get married again?" "Sir," 
said the widow, indignantly, "you are impertinent!" And she left 
her seat, and took another seat on the other side of the car. " 'Pears 
to be a little huffy! " said the ineffable bore, turning to the man behind 
him. " What did they make you pay for that umbrella you've got in 
your hand?" 

ARABELLA AND SALLY ANN. 

i^RABELLA was a schoolgirl, 
Hj So was Sally Ann. 
J Hasty pudding can't be thicker 
Than two school-girls can. 

These were thick as schoolgirls can be, 

Deathless love they swore. 
Vowed that naught on earth should part them,— 

One forever more. 



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ENCORES. 83 

They grew up as schoolgirls will do, 

Went to parties, too, 
And as oft before has happened, 

Suitors came to woo. 

But as fate or luck would have it. 

One misguided man 
Favored blue-eyed Arabella 

More than Sally Ann. 

And, of course, it made no difference 

That the laws are such 
That he could not wed two women, 

Though they wished it much. 

So a coolness rose between them. 

And the cause, — a man. 
Cold was Arabella — very; 

Colder Sally Ann. 

Now they call each other ''creature;" 

What is still more sad, — 
Bella, though she won the treasure, 

Wishes Sally had. Paul Carson. 

REMARKABLE LONGEVITY. 

LADY declared that she, never could see 
How the men could all smoke. — "Why, it kills them," said she. 
"I don't know," said Sam — ''there's my father — ain't slow — 
Who smokes every day, and he's eighty, you know." 
" But, sir, if he never had used the vile weed, 
He might have been ninety — he might, sir, indeed." 




84 ENCORES. 

WET AND DRY. 
NE Sunday morn good parson Jones, 

Before the service hour, 
While going from his home to church. 

Was troubled by a shower. 

The lightning crinkled overhead, 

While peal on peal revolved; 
The parson was a well-soaked man, 

And yet was not dissolved. 

**I cannot preach," said parson Jones, 

" Without I feel the pain 
Of being wet from crown to heel — 

Completely drenched with rain." 

"You must go on," says deacon Smith 

With voice a little gruff, 
" Though as a man you may be wet, 

As preacher, dry enough." Clark Jillson. 

A DISTURBED REVERIE. 
/^ YING supine on the soft, matted grasses, 
) ^ Gazing up lazily into the blue 

Of the sky, when the wandering wind as it passes 
Opens the branches for me to look througli, 

Idly I ponder, and ponder, and ponder, 
Thinking of nothing, yet happy and free ; 

Careless of everything, idly I wonder 
At the immensity opened to me. 

Looking up listlessly, thoughtlessly dreaming, 

Mind a vacuity, life full of joy. 
All the dull world seems with happiness teeming. 

With nothing to worry, or fret, or annoy. 




PHi^-^O BY MOORISON, CHICAGO 



A PASSING SAI.UTE 



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ENCORES. Sg 

Earth seem a paradise. Why should I trouble 

Or toil to win heaven ? Why heaven is here ! 
Fortune is worthless, and fame but a bubble : 

I scorn them both, looking into the clear 
Deep blue of the sky while the wild bees are humming, 

Above and around me, in harmony deep, 
And over the meadows the breezes are coming 

To fan me, and soothe me, and lull me to sleep. 

This, this is happiness, perfect, unmeasured; 

Long shall this day, without blemish or fleck 
Stay in my memory, lovingly treasured — 

Great Scott ! There's a wasp down the back of my neck f 

A QUESTION. 

S Annie was carrying the baby one day, 

Tossing aloft the lump of inanity — • 
Dear to its father and mother no doubt. 

To the rest of the world a mere lump of humanity — 
Sam came along, and was thinking then, maybe, 
Full as much of Annie as she of the baby. 

*' Just look at the baby ! " cried Ann, in a flutter, 

Giving its locks round her fingers a twirl : 
* If I was a man I know that I couldn't 

Be keeping my hands off a dear little girl." 
And Sam gave a wink, as if to say " Maybe, 
Of the girls, I'd rather hug you than the baby!'* 

*'Now kiss it!" she cried, still hugging it closer, 
" Its mouth's like the roses the honey-bee sips ! " 

Sam stooped to obey; and, as heads came together, 
There chanced to arise a confusion of lips ! 

And, as it occurred, it might have been, maybe, 

That each got a kiss — Sam, Ann, and the baby! 




86 ENCORES. 

It's hard to tell what just then was the matter. 
For the baby was the only one innocent there: 

And Annie flushed up like a full-blown neo n v. 
And Samuel turned red to the roots i^mis hair. 

So the question is this — you can answei^^ maybe— 

Did Annie kiss Sam, or did both kiss the baby? 

A ROGUE. 

RAND MA was nodding, I rather think ; 

Harry was sly and quick as a wink; 
He climbed in the back of her great arm-chair 
And nestled himself very snugly there. 
Grandma's dark locks were mingled with white, 
And quickly this fact came to his sight ; 
A sharp twinge soon she felt at her hair, 
And woke with a start to find Harry there. 
*'Why, what are you doing, my child?" she said; 
He answered, 'Tse pulling a basting-fread ! " 

THE EGGS THAT NEVER HATCH. 

HERE'S a young man on the corner. 

Filled with life and strength and hope. 
Looking far beyond the present. 

With the whole world in his scope. 
He is grasping at to-morrow. 

That phantom none can catch ; 
To-day is lost. He's waiting 

For the eggs that never hatch. 

There's an old man over yonder, 

With a worn and weary face, 
With searching anxious features, 

And weak, uncertain pace. 




ENCORES. 87 

He is living in the future, 

With no desire to catch 
The golden Now. He's waiting 

For the eggs that never hatch. 

There's a world of men and women, 

With their life's work yet undone, 
Who are sitting, standing, moving 

Beneath the same great sun ; 
Ever eager for the future, 

But not content to snatch 
The Present. They are waiting 

For the eggs that will never hatch. 

THE RESCUE OF MR. FIGG. 

R. TIMOTHY FIGG got lost in the fog, 

While looking for cranberries out in the bog ; 

And so he sat down 

And scratched on his crown. 
In order to hasten the rise of a plan 
By which he might get to the precincts of man ; 

And then it befell, 

While held in his spell. 
That all that he uttered was ''Well! well!" 

While thus in grave study, with eyes on the ground. 
He heard, to his great satisfaction, a sound ; 

And on through the fog 

Ran a little brown dog. 
And after him ran Mr. Timothy Figg, 
With such haste that his foot caught a vine or a twig. 

And pulled off a shoe 

In deep mud like glue ; 
And all that he muttered was "Whew ! whew!'* 



88 ENCORES. 

The little dog led to a little neat cot, 

And Mr. Figg knocked, though the house he knew not, 

For the fog hung low down. 

To the door came Miss Brown, 
Mr. Figg's old-time love — once they loved till there came 
A quarrel that parted their hearts like a flame. 

And wasn't it queer 

To find her right here? 
And all that he uttered was ''Dear! dear! " 
Miss Brown then implored Mr. Figg to come in; 

And the crest-fallen bachelor, damp to the skin, 

One shoe in the mud, 

With a pat and a thud 
Walked in through the hall to the fire that blazed ; 
And sat there a-drying, with senses quite dazed ; 

And then with sweet cheer 

Miss Brown drew up near; 
And much that they uttered was "Dear! dear!" 

THE COBBLER. 

[This selection may be rendered very eflFective, if the reader, following the mean- 
ing of the text, should imitate the movements of a cobbler, bending forward, 
stitching and fitting, sewing motion, boring a hole, sticking in pegs, and hammer- 
ing with fingers.] 

WANDERING up and down one day, 
I peeped into a window over the way ; 
And putting his needle through and through, 
There sat a cobbler making a shoe, 

For the world he cares never the whisk of a broona; 
All he wants is his elbow-room, 
Rap-a-tap-tap, tick-a-tack-too. 
This is the way he makes a shoe. 



ENCORES. 89 

Over lasts of wood, his bits of leather 
He stretches and fits, then sews together ; 
He puts his waxed-ends through and through, 
And still as he stitches, his body goes too. 

For the world he cares never the whisk of a broom ; 
All he wants is his elbow-room, 
Rap-a-tap-tap, tick-a-tack-too, 
This is the way he makes a shoe. 

With his little sharp awl he makes a hole 

Right through the upper and through the sole, 

He puts in one peg, or he puts in two. 

And chuckles and laughs as he hammers them through, 

For the world he cares never the whisk of a broom ; 
All he wants is his elbow-room, 
, Rap-a-tap-tap, tick-a-tack-too. 
This is the way he makes a shoe. 

IRISH COQUETRY. 

AYS Patrick to Biddy, " Good mornin', me dear, 

It's a bit av a sacret I've got for yer ear; 
It's yersel' that is lukin' so charmin' the day. 
That the heart in me breast is fast slippin' away," 
'*'Tis you that kin flatther," Miss Biddy replies. 
And throws him a glance from her merry blue eyes. 

''Arrah thin," cries Patrick, "'tis thinkin' av you 
That's makin' me heartsick, me darlint, that's thrue! 
Sure I've waited a long while to tell ye this same, 
And Biddy Maloney'll be stch a foine name." 
Cries Biddy, "Have done wid yer talkin', I pray; 
Shure me heart's not me own for this many a day! 



90 ENCORES. 

" I gave it away to a good-lookin' boy, 

Who thinks there is no one like Biddy Maloy; 

So don't bother me, Pat; jist be aisy," says she. 

"Indade, if ye' 11 let me, I will that! 

It's a bit av a flirt that ye are on the sly ; 

I'll not trouble ye more, but I'll bid ye good-by." 

"Arrah, Patrick," cries Biddy, " an' where are ye goin'? 
Shure it isn't the best av good manners ye'er showin' 
To leave me so suddint!" '*Och, Biddy," says Pat, 
"Ye have knocked the cock-feathers jist out av me hat!" 
" Come back, Pat ! " says she. " What fur, thin ? " says he. 
"Bekase I meant you all the time, sir!" says she. 




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A SUMMER DECEIT. 

H, he (so he said) was a millionaire. 
And she was a banker's daughter ; 

At least, she said she was, as they strolled 
On the sandy beach by the water. 

They talked of the wealth that each one had. 
And their future seemed much brighter — 

And then he returned to his job as a clerk. 
And she to her old typewriter. 

AIN'T HE CUTE. 

/gjRRAYED in snow-white pants and vest 
H^ And other raiment fair to view, 
J I stood before my sweetheart Sue — 

The charming creature I love best. 

**Tell me, and does my costume suit?" 
I asked that apple of my eye. 
And then the charmer made reply — 
**0h, yes, you do look awful cute!" 



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ENCORES. 91 

Although I frequently had heard 

My sweetheart vent her pleasure so, 
1 must confess I did not know 

The meaning of that favorite word. 

But presently at window side 

We stood and watched the passing throng, 

And soon a donkey passed along 
With ears like sails extending wide. 
And gazing at the doleful brute 

My sweetheart gave a merry cry — 

I quote her language with a sigh — 
••O Charlie, ain't he awful cute?" 

WHAT ADAM MISSED. 

DAM never knew what 'twas to be a boy, 

To wheedle pennies from a doting sire, 
With which to barter for some pleasing toy, 

Or calm the rising of a strong desire, 

To suck an orange. Nor did he 

E'er cast the shuttlecock to battledoor ; 
Nor were his trousers ever out at knee. 

From playing marbles on the kitchen floor. 

He never skated o'er the frozen rill. 

When winter's covering o'er the earth was spread; 
Nor ever glided down the slippery hill. 

With pretty girls upon his trusty sled. 

He never swung upon his father's gate. 

Or slept in sunshine on the cellar door, 
Nor roastted chestnuts at the kitchen grate, 

Nor spun his humming top upon the floor- 



92 ENCORES. 

He ne'er amused himself with rows of bricks. 
So set, if one fall, all come down ; 

Nor gazed delighted at the funny tricks 
Of harlequin or traveling circus clown. 

By gradual growth he never reached the age 
When cruel Cupid first invokes his art. 

And stamps love's glowing lesson, page by page. 
Upon the tablets of a youngling's heart. 

He never wandered forth on moonlight nights, 
With her he loved above all earthly things : 

Nor tried to mount old Pindar's rocky heights, 
Because he fancied love had lent him wings. 

He never tripped it o'er the ball-room floor, 
Where love and music intertwine their charms. 
j» Nor wandered listless by the sandy shore. 

Debarred the pleasures of his lady's arms. 

For Adam, — so at least it has been said 
By many an ancient and a modern sage— =• 

Before a moment of his life had fled, 
Was fully thirty years of age! 



THE RETORT. 

LD Birch, who taught the village school, 

Wedded a maid of homespun habit ; 
He was stubborn as a mule. 

And she was playful as a rabbit. 
Poor Kate had scarce become a wife 

Before her husband sought to make her 
The pink of country polished life. 

And prim and formal as a Quaker. 





NO DECEPTION, NOW 



ENCORES. 93 

One day the tutor went abroad, 

And simple Katie sadly missed hin> ; 
When he returned, behind her lord 

She slyly stole and fondly kissed h'/m. 
The husband's anger rose, and red 

And white his face alternate grew. 
**Less freedom, ma'am!" Kate sigh^sd and said, 

'*0, dear! I didn't know 'twas yo^/." 

PAT'S WISDOM. 

IM DOLAN and his wife, wan night. 

Were drinkin' av the crayture, 
Whin something started up a fight^ 
And they wint at it right an' tight. 

According to their nature. 

O' Grady and mesilf stood near. 

Expecting bloody murther. 
Says he to me : '* Let's interfere." 
But I pretending not to hear. 

Moved off a little further. 

**Lave off, ye brute," says he to Tim; 

**No man wud sthrike a lady." 
But both the Doolans turned on him, 
And in a whist the two av them 

Were wallopin O' Grady. 

That night whin I was home, in bed, 

Remimbering this token, 
I took the notion in my head 
That the wisest word I iver said 

Was the one that wasn't spoken. 



94 ENCORES. 

BE IN EARNEST. 

jEVER be ashamed to say, '*I do not know." Men will then 
believe you when you say, **I do know." Never be ashamed 
to say, "I can't afford it;" "I can't afford to waste time in 
the idleness to which you invite me ;" or **I can't afford the money 
you ask me to spend." Never affect to be other than you are — 
either wiser or richer. 

Learn to say "No" with decision; "Yes" with caution. "No" 
with decision whenever it resists temptation ; " Yes " with caution 
whenever it implies a promise ; for a promise once given is a bond 
inviolable. 

A man is already of consequence in the world when it is known 
that we can implicitly rely upon him. Often have I known a man to 
be preferred in stations of honor and profit because he had this reputa- 
tion ; when he said he knew a thing, he knew it ; and when he said 
he would do a thing, he did it. Bulwer Lytton. 

THE MEN. 

|RS. DUNIWAY of the New Northwest, at a literary reunion 
at Salem, Oregon, "toasted" the men as follows: "God 
bless 'em! They halve our joys, they double our sorrows, 
they treble our expenses, they quadruple our cares, they excite our 
magnamity, they increase our self-respect, they awake our enthusiasm, 
they arouse our affections, they control our property and out-manoeuvre 
us in everything. This would be a very dreary world without 'em. 
In fact, I may say, without prospect of successful contradiction, that 
without 'em it would not be much of a world anyhow. We love 'em, 
and the dear beings can't help it ; we control 'em and the precious 
fellows don't know it. 

"As husbands they're always convenient, though not always on 
hand; as beaux they are by no means 'matchless.' They are most 
agreeable visitors ; they are handy at state fairs and indispensable at 
oyster saloons. They are splendid as escorts for some other fellow'3 




ENCORES. 96 

wife or sister, and as friends they are better than women. As our 
fathers, they are inexpressibly grand. A man may be a failure in 
business, a wreck in constitution, not enough to boast of as a beauty, 
nothing as a legislator for woman's rights, and even not very brilliant 
as a member of the press ; but if he is our own father we overlook his 
shortcomings and cover his peccadilloes with the divine mantle of 
charity." 

A CONTRAST. 

/^T her easel, brush in hand, 
t-J Clad in silk attire, 
J Painting "sunsets" vague and grand 
(Clumsy clouds of fire!) 
Flaxen hair in shining sheaves ; 

Pink and pearly skin ; 
Fingers, which, like lily leaves. 

Neither toil nor spin ; — 
At her belt a sun-flower bound, 

Daisies on the table, 
Plaques and panels all around — 
That's aesthetic Mabel ! 

In the kitchen, fork in hand. 

Clad in coarse attire. 
Dishing oysters, fried and panned, 

From a blazing fire : 
Dusty hair in frowsy knots ; — 

Worn and withered skin ;— 
Fingers brown and hard as nuts, 

(When the frosts begin ;) — 
Baking-board, one side aground : 

Washtub, on the other ; 
Pots and skillets all around, — 

That is Mabel's mother! 

Eleanor C. Donnelly. 



96 ENCORES. 



A TIRESOME CALLER. 



¥OUNG SPOONOGLE never knows when to leave when he calls 
on a young lady ; he likes the sound of his own voice so well 
that he talks on and on, while the poor girl grows light-headed 
with the tax on her strength and wishes the mantle-piece of Elijah 
would fall on the tiresome caller. 

There is a young lady in a certain city who made up her mind to 
give Spoonogle a lesson. So one Sunday night when he called, she 
was as cordial as possible up to eleven o'clock. Then, having had a 
four-volume history of Spoonogle's life, with an extended account of 
his influence in politics and business, she began to get dizzy and have 
a ringing in her ears. At that moment her young brother rushed into 
the room, and said hurriedly : 

"Pa wants the morning papers, sis!" 

"Look in the vestibule, Willie," she answered gently. " I think I 
heard the boy leaving them some hours ago." 

Spoonogle never took the hint, but drawled on about one thing and 
another in which the oft repeated letter I, as usual, bore a conspicuous 
part. 

The next interruption was the head of the house, who entered briskly 
rubbing his hands. " Good morning — good morning," he said cheerily. 
"Ha! Spoonogle, you're out early. Well, * early bird catches the 
worm.' It's going to be a fine day, from present appearances." 

Spoonogle was dazed, but he concluded the old man had been drink- 
ing, and sat back with a " Come one, come all, this rock shall fly from its 
firm base as soon as yours truly" air that was decided and convincing. 

A half hour passed away, and the good mother hurried in. 

"Dear me! I'm late," she said as she entered, "I smelled the 
coffee an hour ago and knew breakfast was waiting ; but — oh ! Good 
morning, Mr. Spoonogle ! " Then the sweet youth took the hint, and 
drawing himself together, he got out into the hall and opened the 
front door, just as the hired girl rung a bell, and the small boy yelled 
"Breakfast ! " over the banisters. 



Dialogues and Tableaux. 



HORT plays afford an excellent entertainment for special occasions in 
schools, lodges and private parlors. As an educational agent the amateur 
drama cannot be too highly esteemed ; for it teaches the young peri^rmer 
elocution, gesticulation, ease of manner, and a certain knowledge of human 

emotions and passions which could hardly be acquired elsewhere. A few plain 

directions for presenting short plays will be of service. 

Thk Stage. — The first thing to be looked to is the stage, which may be con- 
structed at a trifling expense, so as to be taken up and laid down in a few minutes, 
and at any time. All that is necessary is a number of stout boards, such as flooring 
is ordinarily made of, three or four beams of sufficient strength to support the actors, 
furniture, etc., and twice as many boxes as beams. These boxes should be made 
for the purpose, of thick plank, and should be from one to two feet in height, 
according to the size of the room — the larger the room, the higher the stage, of 
course. Place the boxes firmly, so as to support the ends of the beams ; lay the 
floor-boards evenly Upon them, and when these are covered with a carpet the stage 
is complete. To conceal the opening underneath, and to hide the front boxes, a 
strip of some dark muslin may be tacked upon the edge of the boards and allowed 
to fall to the floor. 

The Curtain. — The next thing of importance is the curtain, behind whose 
friendly expanse the young comedians may arrange their scenes, and which may 
close silently upon their histrionic triumphs. This should be made of some soft 
stuff — the heavier the better — and should, if possible, be of the classic color, green, 
so long considered sacred to stage-curtains. Yet any dark color will serve the 
purpose. 

Although much has been said in favor of draw-curtains, for school purposes and 
private theatricals generally, the drop-curtain is much the best, and the easiest to 
arrange. A light wooden frame should be made, tolerably firm at the joints, and 
just as wide as the stage, to the front part of which it should be attached. This 
frame is merely three sides of a square, and the curtain is to be strongly nailed to 
the top piece. A stiff wire should be run along the lower edge of the curtain, and 
a number of rings attached to the back of it, in squares — say three rows, of four 
rings each, extending from top to bottom. Three cords are now fastened to the 
wire, and, passing through the rings, are run over three pulleys on the upper piece 
of the framfe. 

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98 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

The ends of the cords may be gathered together, and held by the person who 
ofl&ciates as prompter. On pulling them, if the pulleys and rings are properly 
adjusted, the curtain will be found to rise easily, in lateral folds 



Costumes. — Almost any household contains a sufficient variety of furniture 
and " properties" for any indoor scene, and a little ingenuity will produce a fair 
theatrical wardrobe from very common material. These things, of course, depend 
upon the piece to be performed, the taste of the actors, and other circumstances. 
The costume, for example, of a brigand, may be gotten up without difficulty, 
although it is one of the most picturesque. A common black felt hat, with the 
left side fastened up by a showy buckle, holding a black ostrich plume — a short 
velvet or woollen jacket with brass buttons (easily sewed on for the occasion) — a 
gay scarf bound several times around the waist, with a large knot and long ends, 
and a brace of pistols thrust in it — a pair of knee breeches (made by cutting ofi 
the legs of an old pair of pantaloons), with a knot of red ribbon at the knees, and 
long stockings — a pair of pumps, with metal buckles, and a quantity of paste 
jewelry, chains, etc., make a very respectable brigand's costume, at the expense 
of next to nothing. This is merely one instance among many that might be 
mentioned, and will illustrate the ease with which the "tinselled fascination of 
the stage ' ' may be mimicked by the home fireside. 

The Making Up. — A still more important part of dramatic preparation is 
what is technically termed the "making up" of the characters, and one which 
requires some practice and observation. This is the painting and shading of faces, 
the adaptation of wigs, etc., to make the young look old, the plump lean, etc. 

For the "making up " of any variety of different faces, a box of good water 
colors, a little fine chalk, some camel' s-hair pencils, and dry rouge are wanted. 
If a comical expression is required, mix a reddish-brown tint with the water-colors, 
stand before a mirror, assume the desired "broad grin," and trace the wrinkles 
produced, with a fine brush of the brown tint. This will fix the line which your 
face requires, to give it the expression, much more naturally than you could do it 
by following any of the rules current among artists. The same may be done with 
frowns, smirks, simpers, scowls, and all other marked contortions of feature. 

Rouge should be applied with the forefinger — a much better implement than the 
traditional hare's-foot — and should be softly graded off upon the cheek. Chalk 
should be very sparingly used. Burnt cork is very effective for black eyes, or for 
representing leanness, by applying a very faint tint underneath the eyes, on the 
sides of the cheeks, and under the lower lip. A strong mark running from the 
corner of the nose down towards the corner of the mouth, on each side, is a good 
sign of age or emaciation, but these points are best learned by observing different 
faces. Moustaches and beards, when slight, should be made with India-ink and a 
fine pencil. A few sets of false ones, of real hair, however, as also a few wigs 
of various colors and patterns, will be found a great addition to the wardrobe. 



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CarEFUI< Preparation. — One of the most imperative of all rules which we 
can lay down — and one which applies to professional as well as amateur per- 
formers — is, "learn your parts thoroughly.''^ Without this, no drama or lighter 
play can be well acted, or be interesting to the audience. Each performer should 
write out his own part, with the ** cues " or words which come directly before his 
own speeches, and should commit every word literally. When the performer hears 
the words of the cue, knowing them by heart, they instantly suggest the speech to 
follow. 

In and Out. — The exits and entrances will be found somewhat diflBcult of 
management, in some rooms, and windows, or even closets, will occasionally have 
to be used — the latter, especially, for very short absences from the stage. A simple 
way of making one door serve for two exits is by placing a screen in front of it, at 
the back of the stage, and retiring behind, or i&suing from, the ends of it. This 
screen will be found very useful in many pieces, and w<? would suggest that where 
such entertainments are popular it is worth while to have one constructed. It is 
simply made of wooden frames, some six feet high by three wide, hinged together 
and covered with cloth or wall-paper. 

F00TI.IGHTS. — To secure a better illumination, a row of small lamps is often 
placed along the front of the stage, with a tin reflector between each and the 
audience. These reflectors may consist simply of a curved piece of tin, with a 
socket at the bottom for holding the candle. 

Effects. — Many striking effects may easily be produced that will add much 
to the seccess of a performance. Thunder is imitated by vigorously shaking a 
large piece of thin sheet iron to produce the rattle ; a bass-drum can be made to 
closely resemble the mutterings of a storm, and both together will produce the 
crash. Lightning is imitated by blowing a handful of powdered rosin through 
the flame of a lamp. The sound of tain is imitated by a revolving drum filled 
with peas or shot, which strike among a number of small pegs driven for the pur- 
pose, or by alternately raising and lowering the end of a long box containing peas, 
the bottom stuck full of pegs. Snow is represented by small pieces of paper 
dropped from above. Mist is imitated by allowing a curtain of thin white gauze 
or mosquito-netting to hang in front of the performers. Vanishing a scene is 
effected by dropping thin curtains of gauze one after another. Colored fires are 
often employed in tableaux, etc. Burning a little alcohol upon thoroughly dried 
nitrate of strontia in an iron vessel gives a crimson light ; upon nitrate of barytes, 
a yellow flame ; boracic acid or nitrate of copper, a green light ; on muriate of 
copper, an orange color. In these great care should be taken. A wizard flame 
for supernatural effects is produced by burning a solution of alcohol or oil and 
common salt, but all other lights in the room should be turned down. This gives 
a sallow, deathly hue to every face and dulls nearly every color. High lights are 
produced by placing at the side of the stage a lamp in a box lined with tin, the 
light directed upon any desired part of the stage or scenery. 



100 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

RBHKARSAI3. — After the parts are well committed, rehearsals should be held 
to fix the whole firmly in the mind and to secure ease in postures and acting. 
If possible, obtain the services of a competent critic to drill in modulation and 
naturalness of manner. Position upon the stage throughout should be attended 
to, that the players may not interfere with one another, and that the grouping be 
artistic and pleasing. Every detail of the acting should be carefully practiced. 

Prompter. — At every performance some one with a book should act as 
prompter and stage manager. He should see that the scenes are properly arranged, 
the properties in order, and, with a bell, should ring up the curtain and signal for 
it to fall. 

The Characters. — Every performer should assume the exact character he 
is to present. Aoove everything else, naturalness is required. Make the part 
your own. Take it with ease, yet with spirit and life-likeness. Do not be stiflf 
or stilted. Xack of animation will spoil tiie performance. Every performer should 
be alert and attend strictly to business. The entire presentation should be alive 
with action. Speak with sufficient volume to enable all in the room to hear. 
Give the ' ' asides " in a lower tone, yet distinctly. Make the pauses between the 
acts as brief as possible. ' 

Tabi,eaux. — Sometimes it is thought advisable to fill up a portion of the 
evening, or the time between acts, with tableaux, pantomime, etc. Tableaux 
require some time in arranging, but are very effective. Allegorical and other 
subjects may be chosen, the figures properly posed so as to make a tasty picture, 
and the curtain drawn for an instant only. Statuary tableaux representing single 
figures or groups, neatly draped in white and brightly illuminated, are very pretty. 
In all tableaux, of course, the figures must remain perfectly immovable when in 
view of the audience. 

Pantomimes. — In these the story is acted out by signs and gestures, not a 
word being spoken. Ingenious players can make it a realistic, and, if desired, 
very laughable performance. Take some familiar subject, such as "Washington 
and His Hatchet," "Bluebeard," " William Tell," etc. Or take some well-known 
play and enact the most striking scenes. 

Shadow Pantomimes. — Suspend a white curtain between players and audi- 
ence, and place a strong light upon the floor back of the performers, thus throwing 
their shadows upon the screen. Turn down all other lights in the room. Much 
amusement may be created by allowing the actors to enter and retire by leaping 
over the lamps, the appearance upon the curtain then being that of players drop- 
ping from above and rising through the ceiling. 

Following these plain instructions, and selecting a bright, entertaining 
dialogue, there is every reason to expect the performance will be a complete 
success. 



DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 101 

THE HAUNTED CHAMBER. 

[For this little performance an empty picture frame will be required. The scenery 
otherwise can be easily changed by a mere alteration of furniture.] 

CHARACTERS: 

George McDonnel A Great Catch. 

James Brown A Volunteer {not too wise^. 

Johnny Grant An Etonian. 

Mrs. Grant 

Ethel Her Daughter, Cousin to George 

McDonnel. 

Alice A Young Lady Visitor. 

Mary A Poor Relation who has to earn 

her own living. 

Scene L 
Drawing-room, with fire-place, etc., etc. Winter. Alice and Ethel 
discovered seated by the fire, dressed extravagantly, in the height of 
the fashion. They each hold a novel, and appear absorbed by it. At 
the table Mary is seated, working or knitting. 

Ethel. Oh, Alice ! She has actually pushed him over the chalk 

pit and killed him ; and imagine ! he fell on the head of a gypsy 

sitting beneath, who was crushed by the descending body! 

ALipE. Horrid ! The poor gypsy ! What did she do afterward ? 

Ethel. Oh, she went home to dinner, after gathering a bunch of 
bee-orchis flowers for a bouquet. 

Alice. How intensely interesting! 

Ethel. What is your book about ? Is it as enthralling as mine ? 

Alice. Well, no ; I don't fancy so. You see, not understanding 
bankers' business, and railways, and directors, and all that, I can't 
feel so amused in reading about the swindling, but I fancy it will get 
better by and by. I think Delaval will be obliged to poison the whole 
Board of Directors in self-defense — he has forged to such an extent 
\yawns'\ . How Mary sits plodding at that knitting. 

Ethel. Oh, you see mamma does not approve of novels for Mary; 



102 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

she says Mary must read heavy books. She's going to be a governess, 
you know. 

Alice {kindly). Poor girl ! — but she might read a novel at her 
leisure, as well as knit. Here, Mary, I will lend you mine. \_Offers 
the book^ 

Mary (smiling). No, thank you, dear Alice. I don't care to read 
about such wretched people. It would make me quite unhappy. 

Alice. Ah, that's because you don't read enough novels. The 
first sensation novel / read made me feel quite unhappy ; but now the 
most horrid things make no impression on me. I can't get them 
dreadful enough. 

Mary. Dear Alice, are you not afraid of growing quite unfeeling? 
One's sensibility must be completely deadened by those books, if that 
is the case. 

Ethel (inockingly). Se^isibility ! Well, Mary, you are amusing! 
Who dreams of sensibility nowadays? Wouldn't Johnny chaff you, 
if he were here? 

Johnny {who has e^ttered unperceived). No, he wouldn't, Thel. It 
is quite a blessing to find a girl who can feel at all, nowadays. 

Ethel. What would you have? We have done with feminine 
weakness. The women of this country, Johnny, "nowadays," as you 
elegantly say, are equal to leading a forlorn hope. 

Johnny {saixasiically). Yes, I am quite aware of that fact. Mothers 
and daughters do so every season. By-the-bye, where is my mother ? 

Ethel. She has driven to the railway station, to meet and 
bring back Cousin George and his friend. I expect them now every 
minute. 

Johnny. What a muff that Brown is! I wonder he became a 
volunteer. I should think he would be afraid of the sound of his own 
rifle. I can't make out why George is so civil to him. 

Mary. I heard a lady say one day that Mr. Brown is an excellent 
son, and that his nervous, bashful manner hides excellent qualities. 

Ethel. Johnny, tell me directly what sort of fellow Cousin George 
has grown. I haven't seen him since he was a schoolboy. 



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Johnny {aside to Mary). He's a great catch, you know! My 
mother means Ethel to have him. [Aloud^ Oh, a fast man, rather. 
You will just suit him, Ethel. He likes a girl who could lead a 
forlorn hope [laughing^ . 

Ethel. I am very glad of that — I hate milk-sops. I like a terrible, 
resolved, fearless man. A kind of Napoleon the First. 

Johnny {laughing). That's George, exactly. But, hark! there's a 
ring at the bell. Here they come. 

E7zter Mrs. Grant, George and James. 

Mrs. Grant. Ethel — your Cousin George. Alice — my nephew, 
Mr. McDonnel. [They exchange the civilities of greeting, etc.'] Do 
you find Ethel much changed, George? 

George. Yes, indeed. She was not above so high when we met 
last time ; she played with a doll then, I fancy. 

Ethel {eagerly). Oh, no, George; I never played with a doll, 
except to make a hammer of one. I was never so foolish ! 

George {smiling). Were you not? Well, I confess to a top and 
hoop myself 

Mrs. Grant. It is so near dinner that I think you must leave the 
discussion of your childish days till by and by. Ethel, dear, I must 
ask you to take my place at the table ; I am suffering from so severe 
a headache that I must go and lie down. Mr. Brown and George 
will excuse me. 

Ethel {indifferently). Very well, mamma; we will take care of 
ourselves. 

Mary. Let me come with you, dear aunt, and make a cup of tea 
for you. 

George. I am very sorry for you, aunty mine. I hope your pain 
has not been caused by the cold air. 

Mrs. Grant. Oh, no; I often suffer in the same way. Come, 
Mary. I have a good little nurse in my niece. 

Ethel {shrugging her shoulders). I am sure that is lucky for me, 
for I am utterly helpless in a sick room. You can't think what a 
baby I am, and how useless I feel in one \to George] . 



104 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

George. I can believe the fact. You would doubtless be sadly 
out of place as a nurse. 

Ethel. Oh, my place is the saddle ! Alice, come with me ; it is 
time to dress, and I have something to tell you. Stop, mamma, please 
stop. [^Speaks to Iter aside ^ Don't keep Mary ! Send her to do my 
hair. No one can make it look as well as she does. 

Mrs. Grant. Very well, my dear. [Exeunt. 

Scene IL 

the drawing room again. 

Enter, after dinner, George, Ethel, James, Alice and Mary. 

George. I am very sorry poor Aunt Eleanor has a headache, 
Ethel. 

Ethel. It is the change of weather, I fancy, that has caused it. 
What a convenient scapegoat the east wind is! 

The young people are to stand together about the room — James conversing 
in by-play with Alice; Mary with Johnny — Ethel and George 
advance to the front. 

George. Do you ride much. Cousin Ethel? 

Ethel. Rather, I should think ! I hunt pretty regularly. I can't 
think what life would be without hunting. 

George. I hope to go out with you on Thursday. I think that is 
the day Johnny mentioned. 

Ethel. Yes; you'll find this a rather stiff country for it; ditches 
deep and wide, but that only adds to the fun. 

George. I see you are a spirited girl, as you promised to be when 
you made a hammer of your doll. 

Ethel. You flatter me. But oh. Cousin George, what woidd the 
young ladies of to-day have done had they been born in the days 
when girls had to make puddings, and sew! 

George. Really, I can't imagine. 

Ethel. Things are so different with us! Women have spirit and 
courage — Cousin George, do you remember our haunted room? 



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George. Yes, quite well. I have played hide-and-seek in it many 
times, in spite of the ghost. Has the apparition been making itself 
unpleasant lately? 

Ethel. Well, yes — that is, to say, we really want the room, and 
yet mamma does not like it to be used. Johnny and I incline to think 
that she believes in the ancestral ghost, she is so averse to the chamber 
being occupied. 

George. How like you are to the portrait of your paternal ances- 
tress hanging in that chamber, Ethel! 

Ethel. Oh, yes! So every one says who has seen it. Now, 
George, it is very aristocratic to have a ghost in the family, I know ; 
it shows one had ancestors, and all that sort of thing. But I do want 
the room for a charade; and it came into my head just before dinner 
that if you (who are so brave) would pass the night in it, the ghost- 
story would no longer be believed, and we might have the room. I 
said so to Alice. 

George. My dear coz, I should have no objection to sleep there ; 
but the room has no bed in it, has it? It used to be quite unfurnished. 

Ethel. So it is now ; but we could arrange a sofa and a little 
fnrniture ; and as mamma is in bed she would know nothing about 
the matter and could not object, and you would have laid the ghost 
by to-morrow. 

George (laughing). Well, I have no objections to try, if you wish 
it, but 

Ethel (eagerly). Alice ! Mary ! Hear him. My cousin has 
consented to sleep in the haunted chamber ! \She claps Jier hajids^ 
I feel like a lady of the olden time sending her knight on a perilous 
adventure. 

Johnny. What stuff! George, take my advice and don't do it. 
You'll be wretchedly uncomfortable, and may 

Ethel. Be quiet, sir ! A man of spirit disdains comfort. 

Brown {timidly.) But if it should be damp. Miss Grant — unin- 
habited rooms 

Ethel (with great scorn). Oh, you are not asked to do it, Mr. 



106 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

Brown, and / don't believe in rheumatism. It's settled. You will 
do it, won't you, George, for my sake? \Coquettishly7^ 

George. For your sake, my dear cousin, I would do much more. 

Ethel. Charming ! Then I shall run away and order them to 
make preparations for you there. Alice, dearest, come and help. 
\They leave the room^ 

Brown {aside to Johnny but heard by Mary). My dear Johnny, 
George is very delicate, and a very sensitive, imaginative fellow ; do 
persuade him not to sit up all night in a damp room after a long 
journey. 

Johnny {shrugging his shoulde7's). It is no concern of mine. He 
is old enough to take care of himself [Aloud.'\ I say. Brown, come 
and see my retriever ; he beats yours out and out. Mary, make 
yourself agreeable to George while we are gone. [Exit. 

George. Cousin Mary, you are so grown that I did not recognize 
you when first I arrived. Ethel told me after dinner all about your 
great sorrow. My dear little cousin, I am so sorry for you. 

Mary. Thank you, Mr. McDonnel. 

George. Why are you so formal? Why don't you call me 
George ? 

Mary. My aunt would not like it. She says I am only connected 
with you by marriage — not related. 

George. Nay 

Mary {hurriedly). Please never mind about it now. I have some- 
thing I wish so much to say to you, and I am afraid Ethel will come 
back. 

George {approaches the table). A secret ! What can it be ? 

Mary. Only this : you are to be played a practical joke to-night 
in the haunted room, and I have heard my dear father say that even 
the bravest people may suffer from such folly. 

George. You are very thoughtful and kind, my dear Mary. 
What is the trick to be ? A ghost with a turnip face ? 

Mary. Oh, no ! I should not have been afraid for you with that ; 
it is a much more cunning and terrible affair. Cousin Ethel and Alice 



DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 107 

read those horrid sensation stories till they think of Oh ! here 

they are ! Hush. \_Lays her fingers on her lips^ 
Enter Alice, Johnny and Ethel, laughing. James follows them at a 

little distance. 

Ethel. George ! The housekeeper has promised to make your 
room comfortable. 

Johnny. It is all arranged delightfully, and I hope to hear to- 
morrow at breakfast that George has quieted the ghost, and that we 
may have the room for our Christmas charade. 

George. I shall do all in my power. I am to be allowed pistols, 
I suppose ? 

Ethel. Dear me ! I fear there are none in the house, unless 
Johnny has a pair. 

Johnny. No. I have lent mine to Tom D'Urfey. 

Alice. But perhaps Mr. Brown has brought his rifle ? 

Mary. Pray do not use firearms, Mr. McDonnel ; my aunt would 
be frightened into fits if she heard them at night. 

George. Don't be afraid ; I will employ more effective weapons. 
I have a certain charm for laying ghosts. 

Mary. But I hope you are not at all nervous. I have heard such 
dreadful stories of people being frightened into idiocy. 

George. I have no fear of that. Come, Cousin Ethel, let us all 
go and look at this haunted chamber, so that I may judge a little of 
the trial to which I shall be exposed. Then we will return, and I 
shall ask you for a song in reward for my self-devotion. \Exeunt. 

Scene III. 

THE HAUNTED CHAMBER. 

A housemaid arranging furniture . A toilet table with candles on it ; a 
sofa, so placed that the person lying on it faces the portrait, which 
must be opposite the audiefice. 

Eitter Ethel and her party. 
George, I must allow that my chamber looks very comfortable, 

and has not at all a ghostly aspect. Now, Ethel, tell me about this 



108 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

fair ancestress of ours, so that if she should appear I may ask her 
pertinent questions. I never heard the legend, though I always knew 
that the room was said to be haunted. 

'ETWE'L{solemnly). That portrait was painted by a young Italian 
artist with whom our great-great-great-great-aunt fell in love ; but he 
preferred her younger sister to herself However, on the day 
appointed for his wedding with the latter he never appeared and was 
never heard of afterward. He had slept the previous night in this 
room ; but in the morning the window was open, and the bridegroom 
gone. 

George. Did he carry off any of the plate ? 

Ethel. Nonsense ! Our aunt, in despair, had her picture, which 
he had painted (the last souvenir of the lost one) hung in this room. 
She died. The chamber has been haunted ever since. 

Alice. I dare say she poisoned him. 

Johnny. But, then, what could she have done with the body ? 

Alice. Oh ! there are many ways of disposing of that 

George. You make me shudder ! Any one would think yon 
quite experienced in such performances. But, Ethel, in what manner 
does the ghost appear? 

Ethel. That you will have to tell us. 

George. The picture looks to me as if it were a little loose in the 
frame. [He approaches tt.'] 

Ethel (drawing him back). Please, don't touch it. Mamma would 
be vexed if we hurt it. And now, George, that you have seen your 
room, we will go back to the drawing-room and have some music, if 

you please. [Exeunt. 

[An interval, with music^ 

Scene IV. 

THE haunted room. 

George {seated at a table near the fire. He takes a letter from his 
pocket). Let me see what little Mary has to tell me. She slipped 
this note into my hand when I said good-night to her. [Opens it and 




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reads], *' E. has persuaded Johnny to take the portrait from its frame ; it 
IS loose in it now. At midnight she will seat herself in the frame and 
play Ghost. She arranged the trick while I was in her room before 
dinner. I was afraid you might be alarmed, or that, perhaps [guessing 
it was a tricky, you would throw something at Ethel and hurt her!^ 
Good little thing ! What a trick ; and alas ; what a fast girl is my 
cousin. Now I confess my little guardian here (touching the note) has 
taken my fancy. She possesses common sense and kindness ; and 
she looked charmingly homelike and womanly sitting by the fireside 
working in her modest dress. She has read, too, and can appreciate 
well-written books. Ethel would tire one to death in a week with 
slang, horses and tennis. \He stirs the fire ^ A table with wine and 
books ! — quite in the orthodox Udolpho style. [ Takes up the book 
aud turns over a few leaves^ Pshaw ! a dressed-up Newgate 
Calendar ! How can my aunt permit her daughter to read it ? 
After reading awhile he lies down on the sofa and appears to sleep ; a 
curtain falls for a moment or two over the portrait, then it is gently 
drawn up again. — Clock strikes twelve slowly. — George rises on his 
elbow and looks at the picture. — The eyes move — the head is raised — 
the finger beckons. 

George. A Tableau Vivant, by all that's lovely ! Sleeping beauty 
in a new edition! My dear madame {bowing profoundly), I am glad 
to be present at your awakening. Your story is of a most affecting 
character. How that Italian fellow could be blind to so much beauty 
I can't conceive. Allow me to assure you that I am not. \TJLe 
pi€ture becomes again immovable, except the eyes.'] We have long been 
wishing for some sleeping princess to awake, who would bring us 
back the womanly modesty and tender softness of the good old days 
once more. You, lady, who were (if you are not slandered) more fit 
to be heroine of one of your grand-niece's favorite books, have doubt- 
less repented of your crimes, if you committed any, bitterly by this 
time ; therefore, at the risk of your crumbling to dust in my arms, I 
mean to bestow on you a grand-nephew's pardon and a tender 
♦imbrace. 



110 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

He rushes forward. A screaui is uttered, and the picture-frame falls on 

its face into the room. 

George. So ! — just as I anticipated — the ghost is laid ! 

\Curtain falls. 

Scene V. 

MORNING HAUNTED CHAMBER. 

Re-enter the performers ; George by the side of his Aunt. 

George. I am sorry that the noise last night should have alarmed 
you, my dear aunt ; but you see the cause of it. The ghost is laid. 
The lady has descended from her frame, to return no more. The 
promise of a kiss sufficed her. 

Mrs. Grant. What do you mean, George ? What has become 
of the portrait ? It is of great value. Tell me directly what all this 
absurdity means. 

George. It means, dear aunt, that you have let my pretty Cousin 
Ethel read nonsense and act boyishly too long. But for a friendly 
warning I might have been seriously alarmed last night ; braver men 
than I profess to have suffered severely from the sort of ordeal to 
which I would have been exposed. Or, which is quite as likely, I 
might have thrown the nearest missile at hand at the head of the 
charming portrait. Dear Ethel ! pray don't play practical jokes 
again, even with Johnny's approval. 

Ethel. Who could have told you ? And, George, if you knew 
who it was, you were very rude indeed, and I shan't easily forgive 
you ! 

Mrs. Grant. I really must beg to be told what has occurred. I 
fear, dear Ethel, you have been very foolish. [George takes his aunt 
toward the picture, a?id appears to be telling her of the trick 7\ 

Johnny. Well, the ghost is laid, and (aside to Ethel) you have 
not the ghost of a chance of catching George I can tell you ! It 
serves you right, too, I think. 

Ethel. You mischievous little monster. 

Johnny. It's very fine to call me a monster, but a mischievous boy 



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isn't one — he's only natural — a fast, bold girl is. I hope you will 
take warning. From something I heard George say when I was 
removing the picture for you, I arn certain he will ask mother for 
Mary before Christmas is over. So that will be the catastrophe of 
your Tableau Vivant, 

COURTSHIP UNDER DIFFICULTIES. 

FOR TWO MALES AND ONE FEMALE. 
[This may be made almost equally successful as a reading.] 
Enter Snobbleton. 
NOBBLETON {looking in the direction whence he has just come). 
Yes, there is that fellow Jones, again. I declare, the man is 
ubiquitous. Wherever I go with my Cousin Prudence we 
stumble across him, or he follows her like her shadow. Do we take a 
boating? So does Jones. Do we wander on the beach? So does 
Jones. Go where we will, that fellow follows or moves before. Now, 
that was a cruel practical joke which Jones once played upon me at 
college. I have never forgiven him. But I would gladly make a 
pretense of doing so, if I could have my revenge. Let me see. Can't 
I manage it? He is head over ears in love with Prudence, but too 
bashful to speak. I half believe she is not indifferent to him, though 
altogether unacquainted. It may prove a match, if I cannot spoil it. 
Let me think. Ha! I have it! A brilliant idea! Jones, beware! 
But here he comes. 

Enter Jones. 

Jones {not seeing Snobbleton, and delightedly contemplating afloiver, 
zvhich he holds in his hand). Oh, rapture! what a prize! It was in 
her hair — I saw it fall from her queenly head. \Kisses it every noiv 
and then\ . How warm are its tender leaves from having touched her 
neck! How doubly sweet is its perfume — fresh from the fragrance 
of her glorious locks! How beautiful! how — Bless me! here is 
Snobbleton. We are enemies! 

Snobbleton {advancing with an air of frankness). Good morning, 
Jones — ^that is, if you will shake hands. 



112 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

Jones. What! — you forgive! You really — 

Snobbleton. Yes, yes, old fellow! All is forgotten. You played 
me a rough trick ; but let bygones be bygones. Will you not bury 
the hatchet? 

Jones. With all my heart, my dear fellow! [They shake hands ^ 

Snobbleton. What is the matter with you, Jones? You look 
quite grumpy — not by any means the same cheerful, dashing, rollicking 
fellow you were. 

Jones. Grumpy — what is that ? Yiovj do 1 look, Snobbleton ? 

Snobbleton. Oh, not much out of the way. Only a little shaky 
in the shanks, blue lips, red nose, cadaverous jaws, bloodshot eyes, 
yellow 

Jones {aghast). Bless me, you don't say so ! [Aside.'] Confound 
the man ! Here have I been endeavoring to appear romantic for the 
last month — and now to be called shaky-shanked, cadaverous — it is 
unbearable ! 

Snobbleton. But never mind. Cheer up, old fellow ! I see it 
all. Egad I I know what it is to be in 

Jones. Ah ! You can then sympathize with me. You know 
what it is to be in 

Snobbleton. Of course I do ! Heaven preserve me from the toils ! 
What days of bitterness ! 

Jones. What nights of bliss ! 

Snobbleton {shuddering). And then the letters — the interminable 
letters. 

Jones {with rapture). Oh, yes, the letters ! The billet doux ! 

Snobbleton. And the bills — the endless bills ! 

Jones {in surprise). The bills ? 

Snobbleton. Yes ; and the bailiffs, the lawyers, the judge and the jury. 

Jones. Why, man, what are you talking about ? I thought you 
said you knew what it was to be in 

Snobbleton. In debt. To be sure I did. 

Jones. Bless me ! I'm not in debt — never borrowed a dollar in 
my life. Ah, me ! {sighs) it's worse than that. 



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Snobbleton. Worse than that ! Come, now, Jones, there is only 
one thing worse. You're surely not in love ? 

Jones. Yes, I am. \_Wu/i sudden feeling^ Oh, Snobby, help 
me, help me ! Let me confide in you. 

Snobbleton {with much emotioii). Confide in me ! Certainly, my 
dear fellow ! See ! I do not shrink — I stand firm. [Folds his arms 
in a determined posture?^ Blaze away ! 

Jones. Snobby, I — I love her. 

Snobbleton. Whom ? 

Jones. Your cousin, Prudence. 

Snobbleton. Ha! Prudence Angelina Winterbottom ? 

Jones. Now, don't be angry. Snobby ! I don't mean any harm, 
you know. I — I — you know how it is. 

Snobbleton. Harm ! my dear fellow. Not a bit of it. Angry ! 
Not at all. You have my consent, old fellow. Take her. She is 
yours. Heaven bless you both. 

Jones. You are ver}^ kind, Snobby, but I haven't got her consent 
yet. 

Snobbleton. Well, that is something to be sure. But, leave it all 
to me. She may be a little coy, you know ; but, considering your 
generous overlooking of her unfortunate defect 

Jones. Defect? You surprise me. 

Snobbleton. What ! and you did not know of it ? 

Jones. Not at all. I am astonished ! Nothing serious, I hope. 

Snobbleton. Oh, no, only a little. \He taps his ear with his 
finger, kftozvingly^ I see you understand it. 

Jones. Merciful heaven ! can it be ? But, really is it serious ? 

Snobbleton. I should think it was. 

Jones. What! But is she ever dangerous? 

Snobbleton. Dangerous ! Why should she be ? 

Jones {considerably relieved). Oh, I perceive ! A mere airiness of 
brain — a gentle aberration — scorning the dull world — a mild — 

Snobbleton. Zounds, man, she's not crazy! 

Jones. My dear Snobby, you relieve me. 
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Snobbleton. Slightly deaf. That's all. 

Jones. Deaf! 

Snobbleton. As a lamppost. That is, you must elevate your 
voice to a considerable pitch in speaking to her. 

Jones. Is it possible! However, I think I can manage. As, for 
instance, if it was my intention to make her a floral offering, and I 
should say (elevating his voice considerably), "■ Miss, will you make me 
happy by accepting these flowers?" I suppose she could hear me, 
eh? How would that do? 

Snobbleton. Pshaw! Do you call that elevated? 

Jones. Well, how would this do? \_Speak very loudly^ "Miss, 
will you make me happy " 

Snobbleton. Louder, shriller, man! 

Jones. *'Miss, will you " 

Snobbleton. Louder, louder, or she will only see your lips 
move. 

Jones [almost screaming). *' Miss, will you oblige me by accepting 
these flowers?" 

Snobbleton. There, that may do. Still you want practice. I 
perceive the lady herself is approaching. Suppose you retire for a 
short time, and I will prepare her for the introduction. 

Jones. Very good. Meantime, I will go down to the beach and 
endeavor to acquire the proper pitch. Let me see : '* Miss, will you 
oblige me " \Exit Jones still speaking. 

Enter Prudence, /r^;;/ other side. 

Prudence. Good morning, cousin. Who was that, speaking so 
loudly? 

Snobbleton. Only Jones. Poor fellow, he is so deaf that I sup- 
pose he fancies his own voice to be a mere whisper. 

Prudence. Why, I was not aware of this. Is he very deaf? 

Snobbleton. Deaf as a stone fence. To be sure he does not use 
an ear-trumpet any more, but one must speak excessively high. 
Unfortunate, too, for I believe he is in love. 



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Prudence (w//^ ?ne emotion). In love ! with whom? 

Snobbletox. K an't you guess ? 

Prudenxe. Oh no ; I haven't the slightest idea. 

Snobbleton. With yourself! He has been begging me to obtain 
him an introduction. 

Prudence. Well, I have always thought him a nice-looking young 
man. I suppose he would hear me if I was to say {speaks loudly)^ 
"Good morning, Mr. Jones?" 

Snobbleton (compassionately'). Do you think he would hear that ? 

Prudence. Well, then, how would (speaks very loudly) " Good 
morning, Mr. Jones ! " How would that do ? 

Snobbleton. Tush ! He would think you were speaking under 
your breath. 

Prudence (^almost screamiiig). ** Good morning ! " 

Snobbleton. A mere whisper, my dear cousin. But here he 
comes. Now, do try and make yourself audible. 

Enter Jones. 

Snobbleton (speaking in a high voice). Mr. Jones, cousin. Miss 
Winterbottom, Jones. You will please excuse me for a short time. 
\He retires, but remains in view^ 

Jones (speaking shrill and loud, and offering some flowers). Miss, 
will you accept these flowers ? I plucked them from their slumber 
on the hill. 

Prudence (in an equally high voice). Really, sir, I — I — 

Jones (aside). She hesitates. It must be that she does not hear 
me. \Incr<asing his tones^ Miss, will you accept these flowers — 
FLOWERS ? I plucked them sleeping on the hill — hill. 

Prudence (also increasing her tone). Certainly, Mr. Jones. They 
are beautiful — beau-u-tiful. 

Jones (aside). How she screams in my ear. \Aloud^ Yes, I 
plucked them from their slumber — slumber, on the hill — hill. 

Prudence {aside). Poor man, what an effort it seems to him to 
speak. l^Alaud.'j I perceive you are poetical. Are you fond of 



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poetry. \_Asidc.'] He hesitates. I must speak louder. [/;/ a 
scyram.'j Poetry — poetry — poetry ! 

JoxES (aside). Bless me, the woman would wake the dead! 
[Aloud.'] Yes, Miss, I ad-o-r-e it. 

Snobbleton (solus from behind, rubbing his hands). Glorious ! 
glorious! I wonder how loud they caji scream. Oh, vengeance, 
thou art sweet ! 

Pruden'CE. Can you repeat some poetr}^ — poetry. 

Jones. I only know one poem. It is this : 

You'd scarce expect one of my age — age, 
To speak in public on the stage — stage. 

• 

Prudence (putting her lips to his ear and sJwuti?ig.) Bravo — ^bravo ! 

Jones (i?i the same waj'). Thank you ! Thank 

Prudence (putting her haiids over her ears) Mercy on us ! Do you 
think I'm deaf, sir? 

Jones (also stopping his ears). And do you fancy me deaf, Miss ? 

\They now speak in their natural tones.] 

Prudence. Are you not, sir ? You surprise me ! 

Jones. No, Miss. I was led to believe that j^'^z^ were deaf Snob- 
bleton told me so. 

Prudence. Snobbleton ! Why he told me that jou were deaf 

Jones. Confound the fellow ! he has been making game of us. 
Here he is. [Perceivifig Snobbleton.] You shall answer for this, sir. 

Prudence. Yes, sir. You shall answer for this, sir. 

Snobbleton (advancing). Ha ! ha ! ha ! And to whom must I 
answer ? 

Jones (tJiey turn to the audience). To these, our friends, whose ears 
are split. 

Snobbleton. Well, then, the answer must be brief. 

Prudence (to Jones). But they, our friends, are making it. 

Jones. I hear them. Miss. I am not deaf 

\Curtai7i Falls^ 




DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 117 

HOW SHE CURED HIM. 

FOR A GENTLEMAN AND TWO LADIES. 

CHARACTERS: 

Uncle Joseph An Invalid. 

Theodora His Niece. 

Mrs. Perkins His Housekeeper. 

Scene I. 
To represent a kitchen. Mrs. Perkins is washing dishes — Theodora 

paring apples. 
|RS. PERKINS. It's a burning shame — so it is — the cross 
old curmudgeon ! Nothing ails him but the hypo. He's 
jest as well as anybody if he only thought so. He keeps 
the house stirred up all the time ; — and you, Miss Dora, are just 
killing yourself waiting on him. 

Dora. Uncle is getting very nervous, it is true, but perhaps he is 
sicker than we think, Mrs. Perkins. 

Mrs. p. Land sakes ! who wouldn't be nervous shet up in the. 
house all the time ? The old tyrant manages to keep us hopping and 
bounding. If he only took half as much exercise as he gives us he 
would be well enough, I'll warrant ! There it goes again — that old 
cane thumping on the floor ! What now, I wonder ? 

Dora. Yes, that's uncle calling — I must run up stairs and see 
what he wants. 

Mrs. p. {to herself). That girl makes a perfect little ninny of 
herself, humoring all his whims. I'd like to see myself doing it for 
anybody. 

Scene II. 
The sick room. Uncle Joseph in an easy chair with feet on afoot- 
rest. E7iter Dora. 
Uncle Joseph. Well, you have come at last, have you ? I've been 
rapping on the floor till my arms are ready to fall out of ttieir sockets. 
Are you all deaf downstairs, or has old Perkins forgotten that there 
is anybody here but herself and her snuff box ? 



118 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

Dora. I'm very sorry, uncle. 

Uncle J. Actions speak louder than words. 

Dora. How do you feel now, Uncle Joseph? 

Uncle J. I'm worse. 

Dora. Are you? 

Uncle J. Flesh hot, pulse high, skin flushed — of course, I'm 
worse. This confounded hot room is enough to throw anyone into a 
fever. Open all the doors and windows — quick ! [She obeys and then 
returns to receive his next orders^ Uh ! do you want to freeze me to 
death — to blow me away? 

Dora. You told me to air the room, uncle. 

Uncle J. Shut the doors — put down the windows — draw the 
curtains, the sun hurts my eyes. 

Dora. Yes, uncle. \_Goes out and returns^ 

Uncle J. (Jiears a knocking). Who's that battering down that 
door ? 

Dora. It's only a gentle knocking, uncle. 

Uncle J. Then I'm nervous. Go and see who's there. 

Dora (returns). It is Major Crowfoot, uncle, he sends his com- 
pliments and wants to know how you are. 

Uncle J. Tell him to go to the deuce. 

Dora. Yes, uncle. \Goes out and returns soon.'] 

Uncle J. Well, what did he say? 

Dora. He seemed very much offended, uncle. 

Uncle J. Offended ? At what, pray ? 

Dora. At being told to go to the deuce, I suppose. 

Uncle J. Girl, you didn't tell him that ? 

Dora. Yes, I did. You said yourself, "tell him to go to the 
deuce ! " 

Uncle J. Dora, you're a fool. 

Dora. I'm very sorry, uncle. 

Uncle J. Get me some water gruel and be quick about it, too. 
A man must eat even if he is at death's door. Oh dear ! Oh dear ! 
what a senseless pack I've got around me ! [Dora /eaves.'] 1 



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wonder if that girl is getting crazy. Told Major Crowfoot that stuff. 
I'll bet he's hopping mad — don't blame him. Dora must be either a 
fool or a lunatic. Well, I can't help it now. Here I've got to lie 
day after day — never' 11 be any better as long as I must be agitated all 
the time by such pig-headed people as live under this roof. 

Dora {returns with the gruel). Here's your gruel, uncle. 

Uncle J. (tastes and throws down the spoon). Trash ! trash ! insipid 
as dishwater ! Throw it to the pigs. 

Dora. Yes, uncle. [Starts off with the gruel.'] 

Uncle J. Where are you going, Theodora ? 

Dora. To the pig pen, uncle. 

Uncle J. Girl, are you an idiot ? The gruel is well enough, only 
Mrs. Perkins forgot the nutmeg. 

Dora (tasting). But, uncle, it is as insipid as dishwater. 

Uncle J. Will you allow me to have an opinion of my own ? It 
will be all right if that old crone, downstairs, will only add the nut- 
meg and give it another boil. 

Scene III. 
Dora enters the kitchen with the gruel. 

Mrs. p. Well, what's wanted now, Miss Dora ? 

Dora. Uncle wishes you to boil the gruel a little more and add 
some nutmeg. His appetite is very poor, you know. He thinks he 
feels worse to-day. 

Mrs. p. He does, hey? Wal, hand it here, I'll see if I can fix it 
to his liking. The fussy old thing ; nobody can please him. \_Stirs 
the gruel over the fire ^ then hands it to Dora.] I wonder if it will do 
now ? 

Dora. I hope so. Oh dear! \Leaves the rooni"^ 

Mrs. p. (to herself). I should think it was *'0h dear ! " I'd like 
to know how many times she's run up and down stairs to-day ! She 
will wait on him herself because she thinks, I s'pose, nobody else 
could stand it with him. Wal, I'm glad of it. I couldn't have the 
patience that dear child has, I'm sure. 



120 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

Scene IV. 
Dora enters. 

Dora. Here's your gruel, uncle. 

Uncle J. Why didn't you stay all day? I never savi^ such a snail 
in all my life ! 

Dora. Indeed, uncle, I hurried just as fast as I could. 
Uncle J. It's too late now. I've lost all my appetite. 
Dora. Won't you have the gruel, uncle ? 
Uncle J. No, I won't. I can't eat anything now. 

Dora takes the dish from the room and returns without it. 

Uncle J. Theodora ! 

Dora. Sir. 

Uncle J. I'll try just a spoonful of that gruel before ic gets cold. 

Dora. Why, uncle, I threw it away. 

Uncle J. Threw my gruel away ? 

Dora. Yes, uncle, you told me you didn't want it. 

Uncle J. I told you so ? Furies and fiddle strings I You might 
know by this time that I didn't mean half I say. Get me some more. 
If I hadn't been bedridden for more than a year I could go faster 
than you do. Oh dear ! to think I shall never walk agciin ! 

Dora. Uncle Joseph, the doctor said yesterday that he really 
thought if you were to try you could walk as well as anybody. 

Uncle J. The doctor's a fool and you may tell him so with my 
compliments. 

Dora. I will, uncle, next time he comes. 

Uncle J. Theodora, if you do I'll disinherit you. 

Dora. Very well, uncle. \Leaves the room^ 

Uncle J. (to himself^. What can ail Dora ? I never saw her halt 
as stupid. She'd tell the doctor that. Any half-witted simpleton 
might know better. 

Dora returns with the gruel. 

Dora, There's your gruel, uncle, all smoking hot. 



DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 121 

Uncle J. Theodora, you'll have to feed me. This annoyance has 
weakened me dreadfully. 

Dora. Yes, uncle. [^Commences to feed him ^ 

Uncle J. Stop! stop! it's hot! You're choking me! Stop, I say! 
Didn't I tell you to stop? Do you want to burn me to death? I 
don't believe there's an inch of skin left in my throat. 

Dora. You told me yourself, uncle, that you don't mean half you 
say. How did I know that the gruel was really burning you ? 

Uncle J. What's that smoke? 

Dora. I think it is Mrs. Perkins putting some more wood on the 
kitchen fire. 

Uncle J. No it isn't. The house is on fire. 

Dora {rushes from the room screaming). Fire ! fire ! fire ! fire ! 
help! murder! thieves! help! help! 

Uncle J. Oh ! oh ! fire ! fire ! oh, dear ! oh, dear ! oh ! help ! 
help! Will nobody come to help me out of the burning house? 
Oh, dear ! do help quick ! quick (raps with his cane) \ Come, come, 
come, now. Do come, \_fumps up — Curtain falls'^ 

Scene V. 
Uncle Joseph runs into the kitchen. 

Mrs. p. Goodness ! if here isn't master a'most scart to death ? 

Uncle J. Where's the fire? Where's the fire? 

Mrs. p. There isn't any fire that I know of only in the stove here. 
It always smokes jest so when it is first kindled. 

Uncle J. Where did you see the fire, Dora ? 

Dora. I didn't see any fire, but you said the house was on fire 
and I supposed it must be so. Do go back to bed, uncle ; it was only 
a false alarm, you see. 

Uncle J. I won't go back. Theodora, I won't go back to that 
bed to-day. 

Dora. But you are very sick, uncle, and this excitetrtent will surely 
kill you. Do go back. 

Uncle J. No, I'm not so very sick, child. 




122 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

DcRA. Do you really mean it Uncle Joseph ? Can you walk as 
well as ever ? 

Uncle J. Yes, I can, Dode, I guess the scare limbered up my old 
stiffened limbs a little. 

Dora. Well, then, uncle, let's go into the sitting-room. You 
need rest, come. {They leave the stage'\ 

Mrs. p. {alone). Didn't I tell her it was only the hypo ? It is a 
good thing something started him. The old man finds he can walk, 
after all. I b'leve Dora did it a purpose — ^the little trollop — I seen 
her a laughin' to herself. And this is how she cured him- Wal wal, 
she's cute, no mistake. 

A FAMILY JAR. 

CHARACTERS: 

John Brooke 

Meg Brooke His Wife. 

Mr. S^ott 

LoTTY f • f f t , , A Serrani. 

Scene I. 
A room in Meg's house. Meg, arrayed in a dainty morning-dress, a 
bit of a muslin cap on her head, is engaged in putting the room to 
rights, and dusting. 

fJ~V^EG. Yes ! I am determined to be a model housekeeper ! 
Every room shall always be in the most perfect order. No 
dust, no fly-specks, from one end of the house to the other. 
Dear John loves order so well ! Bless his heart ! What won't I do 
to please him? He shall find home a paradise. He shall alway.^ see 
me with a smiling face. No matter what happens while he is gone, or 
how much out of sorts I may feel, when I know it is time to expect 
him, I shall take care to look my prettiest, and have a kiss of welcome 
for him. He shall always find a good table, too. That is so import- 
ant. He shall fare sumptuously every day ; so that he will declare 
he never knew what good living was, when he had to depend on 



DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 123 

those vile restaurants. — Here he comes now, all ready to go down 

town. 

Enter John, wearing a thin overcoat^ hat in hand, 

John. I am off, dear ! 

Meg. O, must you go so soon? 

John. Yes, dear. I ought to have gone ten minutes ago. How 
charming you look this morning! You don't find housekeeping a 
great bugbear, do you ? 

Meg. I guess I don't ! For my part, I don't see what people 
mean by making such a talk about the difficulties of housekeeping. 
It is only fun to me. Perhaps it is because you are always so kind 
and considerate. 

John. Do you think so? Well, it is pleasant to hear you say so 
at any rate. Perhaps you may not always think so ; for instance, 
when I might chance to meet a friend, and ask him home to dinner, 
and you know nothing about 

Meg. Now, John, dear! did you ever come home and find me 
looking otherwise than you would have me look, should half a dozen 
friends come in unexpectedly? Or should you ever have been ashamed 
of our table since we were married ? 

John. No, Meg. I must say you have surpassed my expectations 
in this respect. But I thought perhaps you might be shy at the idea 
of entertaining strangers, for fear everything on the table should not 
be"0. K." 

Meg. My husband shall always feel free to bring a friend home 
whenever he likes. I shall always be prepared. There shall be no 
flurry, no scolding, no discomfort, but a neat house, a cheerful wife, 
and a good dinner. John, dear, never stop to ask my leave. Invite 
whom you please, and be sure of a welcome from me ! 

John (aside). How charming to hear her talk thus ! It is a blessed 
thing to have a superior wife ! [Aloud.'] I must go now. \_Giving 
her a parting salute^ Shall I send home veal or mutton for dinner ? 

Meg. Beef to roast, dear, for to-day ; and any vegetable you may 
happen to fancy. Would you like an oyster-soup, too ? If so, stop. 



124 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

in and order home a quart of oysters. Only a quart ; that will be 
sufficient. O, something more! Have sent at once — at once remem- 
ber! — a dozen or so of little jars, each holding about a pint. Oui 
currants are all spoiling. I must make some into jelly this very day. 

John. All right. I'll remember. Beef — vegetables — oysters — 
and jelly -jars. 

Meg. And be sure and have the little jars come at once!. 

John. Yes. Good-by, dear! 

Meg. Good-by! \Thr owing a kiss after him. ^;ir// John.] Now 
I must finish dusting this room, and then I'll run up stairs and change 
my dress and put on a big calico apron. I must have that jelly on at 
once, so as to have it out of the way in season for dinner. 

Scene II. 
Meg's kitchen in great disorder. On the table several little jelly-jars on 
a waiter, partly filled with currant juice. A kettle on the floor ; 
another on the fire. Lolly standing by the table, calmly eating bread- 
and-butter and currant juice. Meg sits sobbing dismally with her 
apron over her head. Scott is seen looking slyly through the window. 

John {rushing in). My dearest girl, what is the matter ? 

Meg. O, John, I am. so tired, and hot, and cross, and worried ! 
I've been at it till I'm all worn out. Do come and help me, or I shall 
die! [Throwing herself on John's breastT^ 

John. What worries you, my dear ? Has anything dreadful hap- 
pened ? 

Meg (despairingly^. Yes. 

John. Tell me quick, then. Don't cry. I can bear anything 
better than that. Speak out, love ! What is it ? 

Meg. The — jelly won't jell — and I don't know what to do ! 

John (laughing heartily^. Is that all ? Fling it out of the window, 
and don't bother any more about it. I'll buy you quarts if you want 
it ; but for heaven's sake don't have hysterics, for I've brought Jack 
Scott home to dinner, and — 

Meg (casting John off, clasping her hands with a tragic gesture, and 



DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 125 

falling into a chair). A man to dinner, and everything in a mess ! 
John Brooke, how could you do such a thing ? 

John. Hush, he's in the garden! I forgot the confounded jelly; 
but it can't be helped now. \Surveying the room with an afixious eye^ 

Meg (^petulantly). You ought to have sent word, or told me this 
morning ; and you ought to have remembered how busy I was ! 

John. I didn't know it this morning, and there was no time to 
send word, for I met him on the way out. I never thought of asking 
leave, when you have always told me to do as I liked. I never triec 
it before, and hang me if I ever do again ! [With afi aggrieved air.'\ 

Meg. I should hope not ! Take him away at once. I can't see 
him ; and there isn't any dinner. 

John. Well, I like that! Where's the beef and vegetables I sent 
home, and the pudding you promised ? 

Meg. I had'nt time to cook anything ; I meant to dine at mother's. 
I'm sorry, but I was so busy. [Beginning to be in tears again^ 

John. It's a scrape, I acknowledge ; but if you will lend me a 
hand, we'll pull through, and have a good time yet. Don't cry, dear, 
but just exert yourself a bit, and knock us up something to eat. 
We're both as hungry as hunters, so we sha'n't mind what it is. 
Give us cold meat, and bread and cheese ; we won't ask iox jelly. 

Meg (touched by his joke, and losing patiefice). You must get your- 
self out of the scrape as best you can. I'm too used up to *' exert" 
myself for anyone. It's like a man, to propose a bone and vulgar 
bread and cheese for company. I won't have anything of the sort in 
the house. Take that Scott up to mother's, and tell him I'm away, 
sick, dead — anything. I won't see him, and you two can laugh at me 
and my jelly as much as you like; you won't have anything else here. 
[Defiantly. Then, casting away her pi?tafore, she precipitately leaves the 
roomI\ 

John (looking after her, and biting his lips with indignation^^ It is'nt 
fair to tell a man to bring folks home any time, with perfect freedom ; 
and when he takes you at your word, to flare up and blame him, and 
leave him in the lurch to be laughed at or pitied. No, by George, it 



126 DIALOGUEb AND TABLEAUX. 

isn't! And Meg shall know it, too. But it won't do to stand here 
and talk, with Scott waiting outside there, hungry as a bear. Here, 
Lotty, straighten matters out a little. Throw away all your sweet 
stuff, and hide the pots. 

Lotty. Yes — sir. 

John. Now give us a clean table-cloth. 

Lotty. Yes — sir. \John helps her adjust it o?i the table^ 

John. So — that's right, isn't it ? 

Lotty. Yes — sir. 

John. What on earth ails my feet ? They stick to the floor as if 
they meant to grow there. \Looks at the soles of his boots^ Currant 
jelly, by jingo! [Lotty covers her mouth to suppress a laugh.'] What 
a mess to get a fellow into ! Lotty, can't you get a dish-cloth — towel 
floor-rag — anything, to wipe up a little ? 

Lotty. Yes — sir. \^B7ings in a mop, atid quickly passes it over the 
floor. John, in the 7neantime^ takes a yiewspaper out of his pocket, tears 
it, and wipes the jelly off the bottom of his boots.] 

John. There! \thr owing the paper into the fire] that will do! 
Now, what is there in the house to eat ? Where do you keep the 
victuals ? [Lotty opens the closet door.] 

Lotty. Not much in there, sir. 

John. I'll warrant it ! [Takes out a cold bit of lamb; smells of it^ 
That's eatable. Put that on. 

Lotty. Yes — sir. 

John {taking out ajiother plate with some once-carved bones and bits of 
ham on it). Put that on. 

Lotty. Yes — sir. 

John. Here's some cold potatoes. Put them on. 

Lotty. Ye-es — sir. 

John. What's this? 

Lotty. Pudding-sauce. 

John. Put it on. 

Lotty. Sir ? 

John {itnpatietitly). Put it on ! 



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LoTTY (aside). Well, I never! 

John (taking out a covered dish and opening it). Cheese. Put it on. 

LoTTY. Yes — sir. 

John (taking out a plate of broken bread). Is this the best bread 
you have in the house? 

LoTTY. Yes — sir. 

John. Put it on. 

LoTTY (aside). O, mercy! what would Misses say if she only 
knew ? 

John. Now we've got the royal feast spread ; I must call in the 
invited guest. 

LoTTY. Sir ? 

John (glancing at table) You don't suppose we are going to eat 
with our fingers, do you ? Put on some plates, and knives and forks. 

LoTTY. Yes — sir. 

John. Hang it all 1 \_Goes 02it and brings in Scott.] Walk 
right in. \_Slapping his back.~\ Make yourself at home. I am sorry 
I cannot have the pleasure of introducing you to my better half The 
truth is — she — isn't well — has met with an accident. [Lotty 
struggles to suppress an explosive laugh^ 

Scott. I am sorry. Nothmg serious, I hope? 

John. O — no ; accidents will happen in the best of families, you 
know. \_Aside.'j Won't I give her a piece of my mind ? \_A/oud.'] 
Mrs. Brooke is the most hospitable of hostesses, — always deHghted 
to see her friends, — as she would be now, were it not for this unfore- 
seen accident. [Aside !\ Confound that jelly ! [Aloud.'] Here, 
take a bit of this lamb. It was delicious yesterday. Wife has a 
knack of giving such a relish. [Aside.] As if a ton of that sweet 
stuff could pay for this ! 

Scott. I declare, John, you wear the honors of a host well. 

John. Never happier in my life. — Bring in some cider I 

Lotty. Yes — sir. 

John. W^ife's uncle sent her some very nice cider — ^pure article — 
just from the press. 



128 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

Scott. I am particularly fond of cider. None of your lager beer, 
when I can get good cider ! 

LoTTY returns with a jug. She Jills from it a small pitcher ^ which she 
then places on a table. 

John. Now some goblets. 

LoTTY. Yes — sir. 

]oYm (delightedly filling both goblets from the pitcher}) lam really 
glad we happened to have this nice cider in the house, since you are 
so fond of it. 

ScoTT. Thank you. \Raising the glass and looking through it.'] 
It is wonderfully clear. 

John {clicking his goblet against Scott's). Here's to the health of 
the future Mrs. Scott! \They both drink ^ but commence at once to 
strangle and cough}] 

'LoTTY {throwing up her hands and screaming out^. O mercy ! I 
<got the wrong jug ; I have given them vinegar. 

Scene III. 

IsHkg's parlor, containing sofa, chairs, rocking-chair and table. Meg 

prettily dressed, enters with her work- basket, which she places on the 

table. 

Meg {looking at the watch). Almost time for John to be here. I 
don't care ! I'm not particularly anxious too see him! He had no 
business to serve me so ; he knew I was going to make jelly. A 
queer time those horrid creatures must have had ! Lotty says John 
pulled out all the odds and ends he could find in the pantry — even to 
those bones I was to make a soup of What would mother say ? I 
know, I suppose. She would say, *''Meg, dear, be the first to ask 
pardon, if you err." I can't ! I won't ! He don't deserve it, — so 
there! — Hark! he's coming! \Takes out her work, rocks to and fro, 
and begins to hum a song. Enter John.] 

John {aside). I was over-anxious about her making herself sick 
with crying. Dignified as you please! \Walks leisurely to the sofa, 
and reclines upon it.] We are going to have a new moon, my dear. 



DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 120 

Meg. I've no objection. [A pause.'] 

John. I met your sister Jo down the street. She was in a great 
hurry about something. 

Meg. That's nothing unusual. [A pause.] 

John. Do you know what day of the week Christmas occurs on, 
this year? 

Meg. I presume the almanac will tell you. 

John looks about abstractedly for a moment, and then with apparem 
indifference takes out his newspaper and reads it. Meg tur?ts her back, 
and sews for dear life. 

Meg (aside). O dear ! married life is very trying, and does neec^ 
infinite patience as well as love, as mother says. [Glances at John.] 
He looks tired. Poor John ! Shall I be sorry for this ? It was too 
bad to get angry with him this noon. \_Puts down her work a?td rises 
to her feet?\ Mother says, hasty words often pave the way for bitter 
sorrow and regret. I willh^ the first to say "Forgive me!" [^Gotf 
slozvly across the room, a7td stands at the end of the sofa, near JoHN'y 
head. He takes 710 notice of her ?^ I r<3:;^7 give in! — This is our fir^ 
misunderstanding ; I'll do my part and have nothing to reproach 
myself with. \Stoops, aud kisses his forehead. John seats her by his 
side in a moment'^ 

John. It was too bad to laugh at the poor little jelly jars! For- 
give me, dear ; I never will again. 

Meg. Ha, ha ! Do you think I beheve you ! By the way, John, 
how many courses did you have for dinner? 

John. So many that Scott said he had a right good time, and 
wants to come again. 

Meg. Good! He must come! and I shall not be content till I 
write a note and invite him. \Goes to a table and writes, then hands 
the note to John.] There ; will that do ? 

John (reads): 

" Unfortunate occurrences having deprived me of the pleasure of meeting to day 
my husband's old friend, will Mr. Scott favor us with his company to dine next 
Tuesday, and thus give happiness to MEG Brooke." 

g-S. C. 



130 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

John. That is like you, dear? And i shall order for dinner? 

Meg. Oysters, 

John. Oysters, 

Meg. Beef to roast, . 

John, Beef to roast, 

Meg. Vegetables, 



John. Ah, yes! Vegetables, 

Meg. But ;z<?/ jars for jelly, John ! 

John {apparently surpjised). No ! 

Meg. '*No!" You saucy fellow! [Boxing his ears ^ 

John. I tell you what, Meg {throzving his arm around her zvaisi), 
\ should not object to having some — more — -jars in the house, if we 
can have them filled with such sweets as these. \Kissing her!^ 

Meg. Are you sure they will keep well? 

John. So sure that I sincerely hope (taking Meg's hand and look- 
ing to the audience^ family peace may be preserved in every Family 
Jar. Louisa M. Alcott. 

LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD ; Or, THE WICKED WOLF 
AND THE VIRTUOUS WOODCUTTER. 

CHARACTERS : 

Jack, the woodcutter, who rescues Red Riding-Hood from the 
Wolf, quite by accident. 

The Wolf, a wicked wretch, who pays his devours to Little Red 
Riding-Hood, but is defeated by his rival. 

Dame Margery, mother of Little Red Riding-Hood, a crusty 
role, and very ill-bred. 

Little Red Riding-Hood, a fascinating little pet, so lovely that you 
are not likely to see two such faces under a hood. 

The Fairy Felicia, a beneficent genius, versed in spells, and quite 
au fay in magic. 

Granny, an invisible old ghd, by kind permission of the Prompter. 

Note. — The driisses are easily enough contrived, with the exception of the 
Wolf. A rough shawl or a fur jacket will answer the purpose, aud the head can 




DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. x31 

be made with an animal masL, for sale at costumers' and other plac* <« most 
cities. 

The Butterfly in Scene II is affixed to wire held at the wings. The Prompter 
reads the part of Granny, standing close to the bed, in order to assist in getting rid 
'jf the Dummj- when Wolf is supposed to eat it. 

Scene I. 
The exterior of Little Red Riding-Hood's Cottage. Enter Red 
Riding-Hood's Mother. She runs about the stage looking for her 
child. 

|OTHER. Red Riding-Hood! Red Riding-Hood, I say! 
Where can the little monkey hide away ? 
Red Riding- Hood ! O dreary, dreary me ! 

Provoking child, where ever can she be ! \I^ooks off ok 

both sides.'l 
She is a shocking disobedient child, 
Enough to drive a loving mother wild ; 
But stay ! where are the butter and the cake 
That to her grandmother she has to take ? 

Fetches basket from cottage and shows cake and butter. 

Here is the cake, and here's the butter, see ! 

The nicest cake and butter that could be. 

These in the basket I will neatly lay, 

A present to poor Granny to convey. 

They are not tithes, though given to the wicker ; 

Puts them in basket. 

Bless me, I wish the child were only quicker ! 
Red Riding-Hood, Red Riding-Hood! Dear, dear' 

Enter Little Red Riding-Hood. 

R. R.-H. Here I am, ma. 

Mother. You wicked puss, come here ! 

Take this to Granny! Poor old soul, she's ill; 

Give her my love and these tidbits. 



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R. E..-H. I will. 

Won't it be nice ? Through wood and field I'll walk, 
And have with Jack, perhaps, a little talk. 
Dear Jack ! At thought of him why quickly beat, herrt? 
Dear Jack ! he's no Jack-pudding, but a sweet-tart ! 
Won't I catch butterflies and gather flowers! 

Mother. Mind you don't dawdle and be gone for hours. 

But go straight there and back again with speed, 
And do not loiter in lane, wood, or mead, 
Or else a great big wolf shall come to eat you ; 
At any rate your loving mother' 11 beat you ! 

Threateiis R. R.-H. with stick. Enter Jack, at back. 

Jack. Where is Red Riding-Hood, my heart's delight? 

La, there's her mother! What a horrid fright! 
Mother. What are you doing here, you rascal Jack? 

Be off, or I will hit your head a crack. \Strikes at him, 
but misses^ 
Jack. Before your hits, ma'am, I prefer a miss; 

Bows to R. R.-H. 

So blow for blow, I mean to blow a kiss. \Kisses hand to 
R. R.-H.] 
Mother. Kisses be bio — 
Jack. Hush! don't be coarse and low: 

If you don't like my company, I'll go; 

Your words are violent, your temper quick. 

So this young woodcutter will cut his stick. 

He and R. R.-H. exchange signs, blow kisses, etc. Exit Jack. 

Mother {to R. R.-H.). That spark is not your match, and you're to 
blame. 
To take de-light in such a paltry flame. 
Now go; and lose no time upon the road, 
But hasten straight to Grandmother's abode. 



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133 



R. R.-H. I will not loiter, mother, by the way. 

Nor go in search of butterflies astray. 

Instead of picking flowers, my steps I'll pick. 

And take the things to Granny, who is sick. 

Good by, dear mother. 
Mother {kisses her). There, my dear, good by. 
R. R.-H. See how obedient to your word I fly! 
Mother. A one-horse fly! What nonsense you do talk! 

You have no wings, and so of course must walk. 

You go afoot. How now, miss? Wherefore smile? 
R. R.-H. Why go afoot? I've got to go a mile; 

That was the reason, mother, why I smiled. 
Mother. That joke's so far-fetched, that it's very miled. \Exeunt. 

Scene II. 

A Forest Glade. Enter Red Riding- Hood. 
R. R.-H How nice the wood is, with its cool green shade ! 

I must sit down and rest here, I'm afraid ; 

Though mother would declare I'm only lazy. 

I'm very tired and weary. \Yawns, then sees flower and 
starts^ Lawk! a daisy! \Picks flowers^ 

It can't be wrong some pretty flowers to pull ; 

With them I'll fill my little apron full, 

And take to please my poor old granny's eye. 
Butterfly flies across the stage. 

O, isn't that a lovely butterfly ? \_Runs after it."] 

Stop, little butterfly, a moment, do. 
Tries to catch it, and runs into the arms of Jack, who enters, 

I've caught it. 
Jack. Beg your pardon, I've caught you. \Kisses her^ 

R. R.-H. Don't you be rude, sir! Fie, why treat me thus ! 
Jack. You thought to take a fly, I took a bus. 

I love you, pretty maid ! Suppose we say 

That we'll be married ? Just you fix the day. \_Embraces her . 



134 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

R. R.-H. You're very pressing, sir! Well, let me see : 
Next Wednesday a wedding's day shall be. 

Jack. An earlier date far better, dear, will do ; 

Say, why not Tuesday as the day for two? 
Another kiss ! 

R. R.-H. A kiss? O dear me, no ! 

Farewell. To poor old Granny's I must go. 
For mother has commanded me to take 
The poor old soul some butter and a cake. 

Jack. I'm off to work, then. 

R. R.-H. Whither go you, pray? 

Jack. I'm not quite sure, but mean to axe my way. 

R. R.-H. Now I must hurry off to Granny. 

Fairy appears. 

Law ! 

How lovely ! such a sight I never saw. 
Fairy. I am a fairy, and your friend, my dear ; 

You'll need my aid, for there is danger near. 

Your disobedience to your mother's will 

Has given bad fairies power to work you ill. 
R. R.-H. Thanks, beauteous fairy. But no harm I meant, 

And of my disobedience much repent. 
Fairy. I know it, and will therefore prove your friend ; 

You shall o'ercome your troubles in the end. 

Remember when your case my help demands. 

You've naught to do save simply clap your hands. 

Exit Fairy. 

R. R.-H. How very sorry I am now that I 

Was disobedient : let the time slip by, 
Neglected Granny and my mother's words, 
To gather flowers and list to singing birds, 
To hunt the butterflies. 'Twas wrong, I fear — 
But, goodness gracious me, what have we here? 



\_Exit. 



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Enter Wolf. 
Wolf. O, what a very pretty little girl ! 

Such rosy cheeks, such hair, so nice in curl! 
(Aside.) As tender as a chicken, too, I'll lay ; 

One doesn't get such tidbits every day. 
(To R. R.-H.) What brings you wandering in the wood like this, 

And whither are you going, pretty miss ? 
R. R.-H. I'm bound for Granny's cottage, but I fear 

I've strayed from the right path in coming here. 

I'm taking her a currant-cake and butter ; 

So nice, their excellence no tongue can utter. 
Wolf (aside). However excellent, I'll bet I lick it ; 

As to the cake, I'll gobble pretty quick it. 
(To H. R.-H.) And where does Gianny live? 
R. R.-H. Not far from this ; 

It's near the river. 
Wolf (pointing off). Then, my little miss. 

Along that path you have but to repair. 

And very shortly you will find you're there. 
R. R. H. O, thank you ; now I'll go. [Exit, 

Wc^Kf And I'll be bound 

You'll find that same short cut a long way round. 

The nearest road to the cottage take. 

And of old Granny I short work will make. 

And then I'll gobble j/ou up, little dear. 

I didn't like to try and eat you here ; 

You might object to it — some people do — 

And scream and cry, and make a hubbuboo ; 

And there's a woodcutter, I know, hard by, 

From whose quick hatchet quick-catch-it should I ! 

Here goes to bolt old Granny without flummery, 

A spring — and then one swallow shall be summery ! 

[Exit, 



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DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 



Scene IIL 
Intaior of Grandmother's cottage. On the right hand^ close to tlu 
luing, a bed with a dummy in it with a large nightcap. Wolf i$ 
heard knocking. 
Granny (spoken from the luing close by the bed). Who's there? 
Wolf {imitating R. R.-H.). Your little grandchild, Granny dear. 
Granny. That child has got a shocking cold, that's clear. 

Some carelessness — she's got her feet wet through 
With running in the rain or heavy dew, 
Perhaps without her bonnet ; and, of course. 
The little donke}'- is a little hoarse. 
Her words she used not croakingly to utter — 
What do you want ? 
Wolf. I've brought you cake and butter^ 

But can't come in, the door my strength defies. 
Granny. Pull at the bobbin, and the latch will rise. 

Enter Wolf. 
Granny. How are you, little darling ? 
Wolf. Darling! Pooh! 

You didn't bolt your door, so I'll bolt you ! 
Granny. O, mercy ! murder ! what is this I see ? 

Some frightful spectre must the monster be! 
Wolf. Don't make a noise, for you're a hopeless hobble in ; 

I'm not a ghost, but soon shall be a gobble-in' ! 
Wolf flings himself on the bed ; shrieks and growls are heard. The 
dummy is removed without the auAiejice being able to see it, as Woi^ 
is i?i front of it. 
Wolf (coming down). Yahen ! yahen ! yahen ! yahen ! yahen ! 
I've finished her ere she could angr}^ be wdth me. 
I didn't give her time to disagree with me. 
Now for a night-gown (takes one) and a night-cap (tales 

one). Good! [Puts them on !\ 
How do I look as Grandma Riding-Hood ? 
Gets into bed and covers himself up. A knock is heard at tJie door 



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137 



Wolf {imitating Granny's voice). Who's there? 
R. R.-H. Your little grandchild, Granny dear; 

I have a cake and butter for you here. 
Wolf. Pull at the bobbin and the latch will rise. 



Enter R. R.-H. 
Good morning, Granny! here are the supplies. 
Sets down basket. 

Good morning, dear, come sit beside my bed. 
I'm very bad indeed, child, in my head. 

R. R.-H. sits on the side of bed. 

Why, Granny, what big ears you've got ? 

My dear, 
That is that Granny may the better hear. 
And, Granny, what big eyes you've got ! 

Dear me ! 
That is that Granny may the better see. 
Then, Granny, what big teeth you've got? O, la! 
To eat you up with all the better. \_Spnngs out of bed 
and strikes an attitude "^ Ha ! 

R. R.-H. screams^ and runs away ; ^qi^y pursues her round the table. 

Enter Jack. 
As I was passing by, I just dropt in. \To Wolf.] Shall 
I drop into you? 

O, pray begin ! 
You hideous brute, your wicked game I'll stop. 

Hits Wolf with axe. 



R. R.-H. 



Wolf. 



R. R.-H. 

Wolf. 

R. R.-H. 
Wolf. 

R. R.-K. 

Wolf. 



Jack. 

Wolf, 
Jack. 



How do you like that, monster? 
Wolf. That's first chop! 

Jack. That isn't all, — another chop to follow! 

Strikes him again. They struggle. VJo'LF falls with a loud cry. 
Don't holloa, sir! 



138 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

Wolf. I must, — I'm beaten hollow ; 

You've felled me to the earth. 
Jack. Yes, I'm the feller! 

I'll beat you black and blue. 
Wolf (aside), Then I'll turn yeller ! 

Goes into convulsions, shrieks, and feigns to be dead. Jack flings down 

axe, and embraces R. R.-H. 
R. R.-H. You've saved my life, dear Jack! What can I do 

To show my love and gratitude to you ? 
Jack. Sweetest Red Riding-Hood, say you'll be mine, 

To jine our hands the parson I'll enjine. 

Wolf creeps behind them, and secures the axe. 
Wolf {leaping up). That en-gine won't assist you, tender pair ; 
Snatches up R. R.-H. with one arm, brandishing axe. 

If that's your line, why I shall raise the fare. 
Jack. He's got the axe — O, here's a nice quandary! 

R. R.-H. [claps hands). You'll raise the fare? Then I will raise the 

fairy ! 
Fairy appears at the back. Enter R. R.-H.'s Mother. 
Mother. You wicked child, where have you been ? Oho ! 

You're listening to the shoot of that young beau! 

But I'll forbid it, and I'll have my way. 
Fairy comes forward. 
Fairy. Excuse me, but your orders I gainsay. 

Mother. Who are you, madam, I should like to ask? 
Fairy. I am the Fairy of the Wood, whose task 

It is to aid the weak against the strong. 

And set things right when they are going- wrong. 

You, Master Wolf, please keep that hatchet ready; 

For that sad jest of eating the old lady. 

You shall die, jester, by that very tool! 

Dame Margery, you have acted like a fool. 



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139 



Mother. 
Fairy. 



Mother. 
Jack. 
R. R.-H. 

Fairy. 



Good Mistress Fairy, why, what have I done ? 
Jack is no peasant, but a prince's son. 
Stolen from the crib by an old cribbing gypsy. 
When he was little and his nurse was tipsy. 
You don't say! 

I a prince ! 

Good gracious, mother ! 
Is he that 'ere? 
He's that heir, and no other. 
Your mother won't reject his house and lands. 
Though she did him ; so here I join your hands. 
With blessings, from the Fairy of the Wood, 
On brave Prince Jack and fair Red Riding- Hood. 

Thomas Hood. 



CRAB VILLAGE LYCEUM. 




CHARACTERS: 

The President, Mr. Hobbs, Mr. Stubbs, Mr. Snubbs, Mr. Tan- 
trum, Mr. Slow, Mr. Sure, Mr. Tripp, Mr. Stump, Mr. Parley, 
Mr. Flareup. 

R. HOBBS. Mr. President, the subjec' afore the meetin' for 
debate this evenin' is Newspapers ; and I rise to say that I 
take t'other side. 

Mr. Stubbs (springing to his feet). Mr. President, I'd like to ask 
what the speaker means by father side. 

Mr. Hobbs. By t'other side I mean — t'other side ; and that's the 
side, of course, that's opposed to f other side. 

Mr. Stubbs. Mr. President : If by f other side the speaker intends 
to cast any insinuations upon the side that I am on, allow me, Mr. 
President, to say that his remark is unparliamentary and untrue. 

Mr. Snubbs. Mr. President: If the gentlemen who have begun 
the debate will come to the p'int, — that is, if they have any p'int to 



140 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

come to, — and not talk round the p'int, I'll be most obleeged; if not, 
I shall make it a p'int to object: and I'll say, further, that if they 
hain't got any p'int to come to, they'd better app'int some other 
speakers, and not disapp'int the meeting. 

Mr. Tantrum. Mr. President : I hope speakers will not be allowed 
to interrupt speakers in this way. For if speakers are to be permitted 
to interrupt speakers in this manner, then there is an end of free 
speech, and speakers may as well keep their seats. No gag-laws, Mr. 
President. If I understood Mr. Snubbs correctly, Mr. Snubbs called 
upon Mr. Stubbs and Mr. Hobbs to come to the p'int ; and I will say 
that when Mr. Snubbs calls upon Mr. Stubbs or Mr. Hobbs to come 
to the p'int, Mr. Snubbs requires more of Mr. Stubbs and Mr. Hobbs 
than Mr. Stubbs himself can do. For he never can come to the p'int 
as long as he remains so blunt. 

Mr. Slow. Mr. President, — Mister — President : The subject before 
this meeting, for debate this evening, as one of the previous speakers 
has so well observed, is the subject of Newspapers ; be they a cuss, 
or be they a blessui ? Mr. President, I agree with the previous 
speaker. 

Mr. Snubbs, Mr. Stubbs, Mr. Hobbs and Mr. Sure all sprmg to 
their feet at once , shouting, **Mr. President! Mr. President!" 

The President (rapping on his desk). Order! order! Mr. Sure has 
the floor. 

Mr. Sure. Mr. President : When I started to come to the meetin' 

this evenin', my marm she called me back, and says she, **Amy," says 

she, — for she mos' gen'ly alius calls me Amy, though my name's 

Amos, named arter my uncle Amos. I guess most of the members 

present knowed my uncle Amos ; and, though I do say it, in the 

words of Milton, — 

' * Take him altogether 
We never shall look upon his likeness agin." 

But as I was a-goin' to say, she called me back, and says she, "Amy,** 
says she, "what's the debate on to this evenin'? " says she. 



DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 141 

And when I said Noospapers, says she, "Noospapers," says she, — 
"noospapers; that's a good subjec' for debatin' on to," says she. 
"And now, Amy," says she, "don't forgit that your father never took 
a noospaper in his life, and he alius got along without 'em, till he was 
run over by the railroad, and both legs broke, and they're all a useless 
expense," says she; "and if anybody claims they're necessary, you 
jest up and ax 'em. What did Adam and Eve, what did Noar, what 
did the Patriarchs do without noospapers?" says she. And now I ax 
that question. Mr. President, I stand here, and ax. What's the good 
o' noospapers, which our forefathers got along without 'em, and never 
heard of sich a thing? Mr. President! 

Mr. Tripp. Mr. President and Gentlemen: When a gentleman 
comes into this lyceum, and carries into the debate some remark 
which his inarm made to him just previously to his leaving the 
parental domicile, and he makes that remark his argyment, his sole 
argyment, in the discussion, Mr. President, we naturally infer that he 
has no ideas of his own on the subject, and that he had better have sent 
his marm in his place, while he stayed to home to tend the baby. For 
my part, I stand up for the newspapers ; and beg to suggest, that if 
the father of the last speaker had taken a paper, and if the last 
speaker had been brought up to read that paper, we should have 
been saved the humiliating spectacle, Mr. President, of a young man 
coming here without a notion of his own in his addled brains, to tell 
us what his marm told him to say ! 

Mr. Stump. Mr. President: Newspapers is a cuss. Takin' news- 
papers is money throwed away; and readin' newspapers is time 
throwed away. Better be doin' suthin useful, — choppin' wood or 
darnin' stockin's. I knowed a man once that was alius a master-hand 
to be alius forever a readin' a newspaper ; and that man was took up 
for sheep-stealin' ; and 't was proved agin' him, — proved agin' him, 
Mr. President, that's what comes from readin' newspapers. News^ 
papers is a cuss. 

The President. If Mr. Snipe is present, we should be glad to 
hear from him on this momenchewous question. 



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Mr. Parley. I see Neighbor Snipe this mornin', and he told me 
to tell the meetin' that his hoss wa'n't shod, and not bein' able to git 
his hoss shod, or to git a hoss, he found it impossible to 'tend the 
meetin'. He wished me partic'lar to mention to the meetin' that the 
man that had been in the habit of shoein' his hoss was off on a spree, 
and so could not shoe his hoss, and, his hoss not bein' shod, he could 
not 'tend the meetin'. He wished me partic'lar to state to the 
meetin', that, as his hoss was not shod, he could not 'tend the meetin'. 
His hoss not bein' shod, he could not 'tend the meetin'. 

Mr. Fi.AREUP. Mr. President : I wish friends in the fore part of 
the meeting would speak up, so that friends in the back part of the 
meeting could hear what's going on in the front part of the meeting. 
It is almost impossible for friends in the back part of the meeting to 
hear what's going on in the front part of the meeting. Friends in the 
back part of the meeting feel as much interest as friends in the front 
part of the meeting ; and it is highly necessary that friends in the fore 
part of the meeting should speak up, so that friends in the back part 
of the meeting can hear what friends in the fore part of the meeting 
have to say. And, therefore, I say that if friends in the fore part of 
the meeting would speak up, so that we setting in the back part of 
the meeting could hear what's going on in the front part of the 
meeting, it would be very satisfactory to friends in the back part of the 
meeting. 

Mr. HoBBS. As it's gittin' some late, and as Mr. Snipe is not 
present, and as a question of this natur' hadn't oughter be decided in 
a hurry, I move that this meetin' do now adjourn over to the next 
meetin' on Tuesday evenin' next. 

Mr. Stubbs. Second the motion. 

The President. All them that's in favor of the motion to adjourn, 
please signify it by saying *'Aye." 

All but Mr. Snubbs. Aye ! 

The President. Contrary-minded, *' No." 

Mr. Snubbs. No ! 

The President. It's a vote. This meeting is now adjourned 



DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 143 

AFTER SCHOOL, WHAT. 

CHARACTERS: 

Louise Earnest ; Kate Spangle ; Madge Flyaway ; Lizzie Help- 
ful ; Susan Easy ; Miss Leslie, a teacher ; Little Girl. 

Scene, a schoolroom. Present, Louise and Kate. 
(^\ OUISE. I say, Kate ! what are you going to do when you 
J i leave school ? 

Kate. What am I going to do? W^hy, what's put that 
into your head ? 

Louise. It seems to me the most natural question in the world. 
Here we are in the last half-quarter of a four years' course. A few 
more weeks, and we shall be scattered, — I was going to add, as my 
grandmother would have done, "■ one to his farm, and another to his 
merchandise." I wish I could say it ! 

Kate. Lla, ha, ha ! That sounds well ! You wish we were going 
to be farmers and merchants ? 

Louise. No, I don't mean that, literally ; but I wish the spirit of 
it were true. 

Madge (entering). What's that you wish were true ? 

Kate. Good, Madge ! I'm glad you're here. Come and sit down, 
and hear what our future class-poet is singing about. 

Louise. None of your nonsense, Kate! I'm in dead earnest; I 
mean every word I say ; I can't say half I feel on the subject ! 

Madge. What's up now ? More fun ? I am in for that ! Was 
just wishing I could hear of some good news to drive dull care away. 

Kate. Anything but fun. We are going to have a sermon. We 
have already had the text. 

Louise. I'll tell you, Madge: I have been turning it over in my 
mind lately, hov/ v/e girls are going to employ our time when we get 
through school. You know I have four brothers — 

Madge. Yes, I know that. 

Kate. Of course! Madge always finds out, somehow or other 



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how many brothers any of us girls have. But go on with your story, 
Louise, ril try to hold my tongue for five seconds. 
Louise. How many seconds? 

KATE//^/i" Jier fingers on her lips ^ a?td holds up five fingers^ trying to look 

prim and sober. 

Louise. As I was saying, I have tour brothers, who are all study- 
ing ; and when we are at home together at vacation, I hear them dis- 
cussing with the utmost eagerness what each shall do in life. Now, 
I have been with my brothers so much all my life, sharing their sports, 
in-doors and out, that I feel quite out in the cold when they get to 
talking about their future. I must say I wasn't much flattered the 
other day when I heard Will say, ''What a bother it is, trying to find 
the right thing to do* Now, girls don't have such a time. All they 
have to think of when they leave school is, what shall be the color of 
their next dress." 

Kate. I hope you don't object to a girl's giving attention to her 
dress. [Looking over hrr shoulder with satisfaction at her own showy ^ 
well fitting basque?^ 

Louise. O no! of course not. But dress is not everything. 

Kate. Dress is a good deal, let me tell you that! Lll wager I 
could make a better impression on your brothers, or any other young 
gentlemen, if I had on a stylish dress. 

Madge. That's so. 

Louise. I wouldn't give a fig for any man who judged a girl by 
her dress alone ! 

Madge. Nor L One of the j oiliest times I ever had in my life — 
Avhen we were at the beach, you know — was one day when I had 
gone with Hal and Herbert on a fishing-scrape ; had on a short dress, 
jacket to match, big rubber boots, and a great sun-hat that looked like 
a Chinese umbrella. You, Kate, wouldn't dare to go in such a rig. 

Louise. I don't see anything particularly jolly in that. 

Kate. Ah ! she don't tell the whole story. Some of Hal's college 
friends came along — where's my fan ? — only half a dozen, I believe ; 



DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 145 

three out of the six were — where's my smelling-bottle ? — mortally 
wounded by Cupid's darts. 

Madge. How absurd you are, Kate! 

Kate. It is the solemn truth! [Looking very wise.~\ One will 
never be seen on this mundane sphere again. The other two arc still 
lingering along, but these (Madge gets up and tides to stuff her hand- 
kerchief in Kate's mouth) will soon be (struggliiig with Madge) no 
more. Their epitaph will be — ** Died of — a big pair of rubber boots ! " 
\The girls all latcgh^ 

Louise. O Kate, you always remind me of a champagne bottle — 
full of sparkle and effervescence. But, seriously, there is something 
quite captivating in seeing a girl brave the elements in pursuit of 
health and fun. Suppose Madge had worn a long trail down over the 
rocks and into the fishing-wherry ; don't you believe those same 
fellows would have laughed at her ? My brothers would. 

Madge. I don't care that {snapping her fingers) whether a man 
laughs at me or not ! When I'm in for a good time, don't bring me 
any of your trails and flounces ! I hate long dresses, unless I am off 
for a horseback ride ; and even then I wish I could cut off about so 
much (ineasuring half a yard zvith her hands). 

Susan enters. 

Louise. We are wandering from our subject somewhat. Here 
comes Susan Easy; let's ask her opinion. Susan, what are you going 
to do when you leave school ? 

Susan. Do? I'm sure I don't know- — never asked myself I sup- 
pose I shall do as other girls do : stay at home, when I am not away 
visiting ; read, and write to my friends ; practice a little ; go to the 
opera. Won't it be jolly to have no more compositions to write ? 

Kate. I don't dread compositions very much. 

Susan. You don't. They are the bugbear of my life. 

Madge. Louise, you have made me a little curious. I want to 
know what you are going to do. 

Louise. That is just what I don't know. Wish, from the bottom 
of my heart, I did. 
10— S. C. 



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Kate. How absurd you are, Louise. You know I am crazy to 
have you go to Washington with me and spend the winter. 

Louise. Yes, you would be very proud of me and my gay outfit 
of three or four dresses, wouldn't you, Kate ? — you, with your 
splendid wardrobe, fresh from Paris. Say, Kate, be honest, and tell 
me if you should look forward now with quite so m.^h zest to j. 
A' inter in Washington, if you were to have no eleg_.nt crt, ss?s to dis- 
play? Let me see; how many dozen have you ordered from Paris? 

Kate (a little touched). I won't tell you, because you have hurt 
me. Just as if I should stop to ask how many yards of silk or cash- 
mere you had in your trunk, if I could only have your own dear self] 

Louise- Good! good! I am glad I have brought you to the 
point at last. You have acknowledged now that dress is not every- 
thing. 

Madge. Yes, she has owned up handsomely. 

Susan (to Louise). You are one of the queerest girls I ever knew. 
Guess / shouldn't have to be asked twice to spend the winter in 
Washington ! 

Louise. I should enjoy going there, — hope I shall sometime ; but 
I have a question or two to settle first. I can't enjoy myself any- 
where till I know what I ought to do, when we leave these dear 
rooms. Kate, you don't suspect it, but I am quite as much exercised 
about you as about myself Now, you have splendid talents. [Kate 
bows mockingly'^ Your father has spent a small fortune on your 
education. It is a wicked shame for you to be so indifferent as to 
what you ought to do with your acquirements. You'll never rest con- 
tent to simply dress and flirt; you know you won't. 

Susan. Perhaps she'll get married. 

Louise. That's all true. I hope she will some time. But in the 
meanwhile what is she to do, to think of? I don't know why girls 
should sit down and wait for marriage any more than their brothers. 
Any sensible man would think better of a girl if she exercised her 
faculties in some way helpful to society, than if she let them die out 
for want of use. 



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Madge. So I say. Here comes Lizzie Helpful. She never talks 
much with us girls. I don't like to ask her about herself. 

Lizzie enters. 

Louise. I had just as lief. I will be thankful to any one to show 
me the truth. Lizzie, we are talking about what we shall do when 
we leave school. What are you going to do ? Are you anxious to 
have school close ? 

Lizzie. Were I to consult my inclinations, I might stay here and 
study always ; but I have others beside myself to think of Perhaps 
you do not know that I have lost my father. My mother's income is 
small. I have several brothers and sisters younger than myself Of 
course I must support myself and help support them. I am in hopes 
to help one of my brothers through college. 

Susan. O dear! what a life of drudgery. Don't you hate to 
teach ? 

Lizzie. Not at all. At least I do not since I hope to accomplish 
so much by it. I should be very glad if I could be sure of a paying 
school as soon as I leave here. My little sisters might come to me 
to be taught, and this would relieve mother of a great deal of anxiety 
on their account. They are bright, wide-awake girls, and mother 
could never afford to spend as much for their education as she has 
for mine. 

Louise (extending her hand to Lizzie). You are a lucky girl. I 
envy you. I wish every one of ._jus. could be as worthy of a diploma 
as you are. -';- • r 

Miss Leslie {enters, smiling). Girls, I hope you will forgive me ; 
but being in the next room, and the door being open, I could not 
avoid hearing your conversation ; and I assure you the most of it has 
given me pleasure. You were speaking of Lizzie Helpful just now, 
and I wanted to call your attention to one fact that you may not have 
noticed. As Lizzie has had' an object in studying, an aim in life, she 
has never been so perplexed by the difficulties in her four years' 
course as some of you have. Compositions, for instance, were at first 
quite distasteful to her, as was algebra ; but she said to herself, I must 



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become acquainted with these studies, or I cannot teach them to others. 
Hence she readily overcame her disHke to them, 

I hope you will never forget your talk of to-day, girls. Think it 
over, and get some good out of it. I could have no greater happiness 
than to be sure my pupils will all make the highest use of what they 
have learned here. I hope to hear some day that Kate is an 
authoress, — writing books that will do good in the world. 

Kate {eagerl)^. Do you think I ever could ? 

Miss L. Madge will, I trust, teach gymnastics, and give lessons 
in hygiene. Susan will, I am sure, be a good little housekeeper for 
her mother, and keep her father's accounts. You are very quick at 
figures (to Susan). 

Louise (?isifig). And I ? 

Miss L. {putting her hand on Louise's head and thiiikiiig a moment^ 
For you, dear child, I cannot seem to mark out a course. But you 
are thoroughly in earnest as to what is your duty. Heaven gives to 
those who seek. There will be a way of usefulness opened to you, I 
have no doubt. 

A little girl enters bmiging a note to Miss L., who takes it and reads it 

to hei'self. 

Miss L. [smiling^. This is a note that will interest you, girls. 
\Reads7[ 

" Dear Miss Lesi.ie : — We are making preparations to leave for Europe, with 
our little daughters. I am exceedingly anxious to find a young lady to accom- 
pany us who shall be at once companionable to my wife, and competent to educate 
my little girls. She must be earnest and practical, desirous not only to be good, 
but to do good. If you know of any such j^oung lady among your pupils who 
would like the situation, please answer by return mail, and oblige, 

* ' Yours truly, 

" H E NRY B . ClAFI^IN. ' ' 

Kate. Mr. Claflin ! I know him well. He has one of the most 
delightful families I ever met. I shouldn't object to travelling to 
Europe with them myself 

Madge. I don't know who would. 

Susan. I am dying to go to Europe. 



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Miss L. Louise, you have not had to wait very long for a chance 
to make yourself useful. I feel that this opportunity belongs to you, 
if you will take it. 

Louise. I should like to go, above all things. I will write to my 
parents at once. \_Bell rings.'] 

Kate. There is the bell for recitation. 

Madge. Yes, we must hurry, or we shall all be late. [Exeunt. 

FOX AND GEESE. 
r Mother Goose, 
Characters I Two Young Geese, 
I Fox. 
Background — Brown muslin curtain. 

Costume — Full white muslin cloaks with hoods. Yellow stockings. 
Mother Goose in the chair. Could be dressed as in the engraving. 

Mother Goose. 
OME, childreij dear, and listen to me, 
I'm feeble and old, as you can see, 
And soon away from this world of woe. 
Your poor, old mother must go, go, go ! \Shakes her head7\ 
Now, when I am gone, you nmst not fret. 
Nor my good advice must you e'er forget. 

Young geese are silly, and the fox is sly, \_Enter Fox unseen.'] 
Remember that when you pass him by. [Shakes her fingers.] 
And, children dear, whatever you do. 
Never listen to him when he speaks to you ! 
And stay you at home when the hour is late, 
Or sad, sad indeed will be your fate. 
Young geese are silly, and the fox is sly, 
Remember that when I die, die, die! [Young geese kneel beside her.] 

First Young Goose. 
Oh, mother dear, we will e'er be true. 
When the fox is near we will think of you. 



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Second Young Goose. 
And though we may believe he is nice, 
We'll be sure to remember your good advice ; 
And chance we to meet him, whenever the day, 
We'll turn our faces the other way. 

Both Young Geese {in chorus). 
And when night comes we will never roam, 
But think of the sly fox, and stay at home. 

\_Rise hand in hand and repeat. ] 

Mother Goose. 
Young geese are silly, and the fox is sly. 
Remember that when I die, die, die ! \Exit. 

Scene IL 
First Young Goose. 
Come, take a walk, come, sister dear. 
See! overhead the moon shines clear; 
And, if our way the fox should pass. 
We'll hide us down in some thick grass ; 
And, when he's gone, we'll hasten home — 
Don't be a coward, sister, come ! 

Second Young Goose. 
Oh, sister dear, I should love to go ; 
But he, the old fox, is sly, you know. 

First Young Goose. 
What if he is ! we are not afraid ; 
We'll show him that we geese are made 
Of something more than feathers. Come ! 
We'll go not very far from home. 

TJiey walk back and forth, hand in hand — meet Fox face to face. Fox 
in brown fur cloak and Iiood. 



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Fox. 

Good evening, oh, good evening ! How d'ye ao f 

Two charming Httle maids Hke you 

Should never walk alone. 

I see, my dears, you're really quite afraid of me. 

I'm not a handsome fellow, that I own. 

And if you bid me, I'll go my way alone. 

But come, my dears, I know you will — 

Come walk with me to yonder moonlit hill ; 

I'll show you where the vine's rich clusters grow; 

And you shall feast upon them — will you go ? 

[Aside^ 
I ask these silly geese on grapes to sup, 
But when I get them safe, /'// eat them up ! 

[Geese walk off, hand in hand, with Fox 7 

Scene III. 

A pen made with chairs, Young Geese kneeling within. 

Young Geese {in chorus). 
Oh, please let us out, kind sir, please do. 
And whatever you ask we will do for you. \_Repeat^ 

Fox (with contempt). 
What ! let you out, now that I've got you in ; 
Why, my little dears, that would be a sin ? 
If you had been to your mother true. 
You'd have shunned the trap I laid for you. 
But now you are here, please don't blame me. 
It's all your own fault, as you can see. 
Young geese are silly, and the fox is sly, 
Did you think of that when I passed you by ? 
And you listened to me when I spoke to you. 
Is that what your mother advised you to do ? 



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Oh, no ! my dears, you may cackle and squeal. 
But you're here to make me a luscious meal. 
Good sense is but folly when it comes too late ! 
And a goose must expect but a goose's fate ! 
So, to-night you may sup on regret and tears, 

To-morrow {smacks his lips) — good-night, pleasant dreams, my pretty 
dears ! 
[^Aside^ 
I might have said more, but what's the use. 
Of talking good sense to a silly young goose ; 
Young geese will be silly, and the fox is sly. 
Remember that, kind friends, good-bye ! good-bye ! Anna M. Ford. 

PAT ANSWERS THE ADVERTISEMENT. 

[for two males.] 

Scene. — Mr. Parker, seated at desk. Knock is heard. Enter Patrick. 

fAT. Good-marnin', sorr! Oi come to say about the adver/w^- 
ment. Oi think Oi'm jest the man fer the place. 
Mr. Parker. Oh! you do, eh? 

P. Oi do that. 

Mr. p. What might your name be? 

P. Pathrick O'Rafferty. Handsome Pat, at your service. 

Mr. p. Handsome Pat! Do you consider that a recommendation? 

P. It ginerally is wid the gurrls. 

Mr. p. With the girls? Perhaps. But you won't have much to 
do with girls here ; we don't keep any. 

P. So much the betther. They're alius expectin' attintions; a 
kiss behint the panthry dure, an' sich loike. 

Mr. p. You won't be troubled that way here. Now, what can 
you do? 

P. Phwat kin Oi do? Ask that o' me, Pat O'Rafferty, the 
chrame av the b'yes, the pride o' the gurrls. Phwat can't Oi do ? 

Mr. p. (ifnpatiejitly.) What no Irishman can do — give a straight 
answer. 



154 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

P. Indade, an' can't Oi? Jest ask me the question p'int blank, 
an' see ef I can't answer it. 

Mr. p. I think I asked it plainly enough. What can you do? 

P. Annythin' ; annythin' at all. It's glad Oi'll be to setthel down 
fer a toime, afther roving the worrld around these tin years. 

Mr. p. If you are such a rover, I fear you won't settle down for long. 

P. Faix, an' Oi'll hev to onc't Oi'm toied. 

Mr. p. (aside.) Tied! I believe the man is crazy. But I must 
have help of some kind, and he looks strong. \_Aloud?^ I suppose 
you can milk, tend the horses, plow, etc.? 

P. {ruefully.) W'u'd Oi hev to do all thim things? 

MRi P. Why, yes. What did you expect to do? 

P. Oi moight millk an' luk afther the chickens. Oi don't think 
Oi'm sthrong enuf to plow. 

Mr. p. (aside.) Lazy. ^Aloud.'] You look strong enough to do 
most anything. 

P. Yis, Oi luk sthrong, but Oi've a crick in me back as won't let 
me do anny heavy worrk. 

Mr. p. Then I don't think you will suit me. 

P. Oi'm sorry, sorr, but if she's suited it won't make no difference. 

Mr. p. (aside ^ The man is surely crazy. ^Aloud.'\ She? Who 
are you talking about? 

P. The young leddy, to be sure. 

Mr. p. Young lady? What young lady? 
r.P,i ,rHer as advertised. 

Mr. p. As advertised? I think you have made a mistake, and 
got into the wrong place. 

P. Isn't this Mr. Parker's, free miles nort' o' Lynn ? 

Mr. p. It is. 

P. Well, thin, this is the place, fur that's where the adver/zi^ment 
said. She's your da'ther, I suppose. 

Mr. p. My daughter? I have no daughter. What are you 
driving lit? 

P. No da'ther ? Beloike she's your sisther then. 



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lli.^f^. P. "She" again. Please explain yourself. What did you 
come here for? 

P. To answer the adver/z^f^ment, sure. 

Mr. p. I don't think you will suit as I said before, so we may as 
well close this interview. I want a man to work. 

P. It don't matther phwat ye want, it's the leddy herself as Oi 
want to see. I moight suit her if Oi didn't ye. 

Mr. p. Man alive ! What are you driving at ? I advertised for a 
man to work on my place. Now, what has any woman to do with it ? 

P. Yez didn't think all this toime as Oi was lukin' fur a place to 
wurrk, did yez ? Not much ! That ain't in moi loine. 

Mr. p. Then what the dickens did you come here for? 

P. I come to see the young leddy as advertised for a noice young 
fellar: object matrimony. 

Mr. p. There is no such person here. There is no woman here 
but my sister. 

P. Perhaps she's the wan. 

Mr. p. You are crazy. If it wasn't too ridiculous I'd boot you 
off the place for such a suggestion. 

P. Now see here, luk at this. [Pulls paper frojn his pocket and 
reads f^ ''Wanted, to make the acquaintance of a nice young man. 
Object — matrimony. Ask for Miss Sarah, at side door of Mr. 
Parker's house three miles north of Lynn." 

Mr. p. Give it here ! Let me see it ! [Aside.'j The old fool ! 
Sarah always was silly, but I never would believe this of her; and 
and at her age. [Looks blankly at paper for a iime.'\ 

P. Well, are yez satisfied? If so, give me back me paper an' 
show me the leddy. 

Mr. p. {startijtg tip). You rascal — {Iiesitates, then aside^ I'll do it! 
I'll punish her by sending her this fine suitor. [Aloud ^ Step into 
the next room. [Opens door, and ushers Pat into tJte next room^ 
Sarah, Sarah, here is some one to see you. [Closes door and returns 
to desk7\ Of all things ! I only hope none of our friends will see 
that abominable advertisement. What could have possessed her? 



156 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

[Loud voices heard m next room7\ What a disgusted woman she will 
be. Proposed to by an Irish laborer! Serves her right! 

Re-enter Pat. 

P. An' a noice wan she is to be advertising for a handsome young 
man, the ould, gray-headed, wrinkled up 

Mr. p. Be still ! Don't you dare to open your head about my sister. 

P. Oi've been sold, an' Oi'll hev it out o' yez for this ; trappin' a 
man into axin' a woman ould enough to be his mother 

Mr. p. Silence! You get out of here, or I'll help you to. 

P. Oh, will yez indade. We'll say about that. Oi tell yez I'll 
hev the law on yez, if yez lift a finger to me ; an' mayhap Oi'll hev it 
anny way. 

Mr. p. (^furiously). Get out, I tell you. \_Goes toward him. Pat 
starts for the door^ 

P. Yes, Oi'll be goin', an' Oi hope as its betther luck yez'U hev 
wid your adver/z>^ment than Oi've had in answerin' wan. 

Mr. p. (rushing at him). Get out, I say ! 

Pat fiies through the door, with Mr, Parker after him. 
[ Curtain falls ^ 

THE TRAGEDY OF THE TEN LITTLE BOYS. 

A NEW VERSION. 

Curtain rises, disclosing ten very little boys sitting on a school bench, and 
reciting in unison. Teacher present. 

EN little schoolboys sitting in a line, 
One fell off, then there were nine. 

One falls off the bench and runs away, while the remainder get up and 
march in line across the stage, reciting : 
Nine little schoolboys each with a new slate, 
One dropped his and broke it, so there were eight. 
One drops his slate, then runs crying off the stage, while the rest stand in 

a row and recite : 



DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 157 

Eight little schoolboys, counting up to eleven, 
One got all mixed up, so then there were only seven. 
One tries to cotmt, but fails, and retires to the bench as if in disgrace. 
Seven little schoolboys playing naughty tricks, 
One got caught, and then there were six. 
They pinch and pull each other, when the Teacher pounces down on 
them, catches one, puts a dunce cap on him and places him in the 
corner. The remainder seat themselves, cross-legged, on the floor, 
and study diligently, a few fnoments, theft recite : 
Six little schoolboys, busy as bees in a hive, 
One proved a drone, and so there were five. 
Yhey discover that one of their number is falling asleep, instead of study- 
ing, so they pounce upon him and carry him out, then come back,fo7'm 
a ring, and recite : 

Five little schoolboys, wishing there were more, 
One gets his toe stepped on, and then there were four. 
One limps out of the circle and off the stage, while the rest jump around 

and sing : 
Four little schoolboys, fiill of fun and glee ; 
One thinks it's time to go, and so there are three. 
One points to the clock, picks up his hat and books, and runs out. The 

others recite : 
Three little schoolboys ! My ! what a few ! 
If another goes away there'll only be two! 
They stand and look at one another for a minute, then one tiptoes out. 
The othei'S play at leap-frog across the stage, and recite : 
Two little schoolboys can have lots of fun, 
Unless one goes away and leaves only one. 
One skips out of the door, leaving the other standing disconsolately in 

middle of stage. 
One little schoolboy ! Wish I had a gun ! 
I'd snap it so at my head! TJien there' d be none !''' 
Snaps off an imaginary gun and falls to the ground, 
\Curtain^ 



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TABLEAUX. 



COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE. 

HE tableaux represents the heroine of this popular verse stand- 
^) ing to the right of the centre of the stage, with her face turned 
slightly towards the right, away from the young man, who 
stands beside her. Her right hand should be raised before her, as if 
putting him off. Her costume should be a Highland dress of plaid, or 
a blue skirt and white peasant- waist, with a scarf thrown over her 
shoulders. 

The young man should stand at her left, and just in the act of 
putting his right arm around her waist, his left hand holding her left 
to his breast ; while his head should be inclined forward, as if at- 
tempting to touch her cheek. He should be dressed in striped pants, 
white shirt, and Scotch cap. A landscape may form the background 
if scenery is used. Music, " Comin' thro' the Rye." 



fi 



PUTTING THE CHILDREN TO BED. 

TOY bedstead in which are placed two or three dolls. A little 
girl bending over the bed, with her hand in position for 
tucking in the bed-clothes. 

SUNSHINE OR SHOWER. 

OT^HREE little girls with laughing faces are huddled closely to- 
^®) gether under a large dilapidated umbrella. The umbrella, 
held open behind them, forms the background of the picture. 

DRESSED FOR THE PARTY. 

/^\ ITTLE girl in party dress, with fan partly open in her hand, is 
I i looking backward over her shoulder. Little boy, also in party 
dress, is holding a bouquet toward the girl. 



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THE YOUNG ARTIST. 
/^ SMALL boy holding a large slate, on which is partly drawn 
t-^ with chalk a ludicrous outline of a little girl. Standing near 
J the boy is a little girl with the solemn look of importance on 

her face befitting the occasion of having her portrait made. The boy 
holds his crayon on the unfinished picture, and he is looking intently 
at the girl as if studying his subject. 

TIRED OUT. 
/^ CHILD asleep in a large chair. One arm thrown over the arm 
F-J^ of the chair; the other in his lap, having just loosened his hold 
J of a picture-book, which lies open on his knee. His mouth is 

a little open, and his head drooped carelessly forward. 

A PANTOMIME. 

CHRISTMAS EVE. 

Characters and Costumes. — Santa Claus, a large boy, with long, white hair 
and beard, round fur or paper cap, an enormous pack strapped upon his shoulders, 
from which protrude various toys. A ligbt carriage-cloth may be wrapped about 
him, George and Fred — Two little boys, one quite small, dressed in short blouse 
and pantaloons in Scene I. In Scenes II, III and IV in long colored dressing- 
gowns. Nellie — Small girl with short dress and apron in Scene I. In Scenes II, 
III and IV in long white night-robe. Father and Mother — Large boy and girl in 
ordinary house dress, except the father, as Santa Claus in Scene III. 

Scene I. 
'^^HE children come bounding in, they bow to the audience, glance 
\^) at the clock, go to a small bureau, and opening a drawer, 
extract three pairs of colored hose. They pin the tops together, 
and mounting chairs proceed to hang them carefully upon hooks pre- 
pared to receive them. Georgie points to the clock, expressing that 
\t is nearly bed-time. Nellie claps her hands, and Fred jumps about 
and smiles his joy. Taking hold of hands they bow and go out. 

Scene II. 
The mother enters with the children, who are robed for sleep. She 



160 DIALOGUES AND TABLEAUX. 

leads the two youngest, one by each hand. They pause, pointing to 
the stockings. The mother smiles, and toys with Fred's curls. She 
leads them to the couch, over which blankets are spread, and kneels 
in front of the couch, the children follow her example, with clasped 
hands and bowed heads. They remain in this attitude a short time, 
then rising, the mother proceeds to assist the two boys into bed, kisses 
them good-night, looks out of the window, then tucks the covering 
closer about them. She then leads Nellie to the crib, lifts her in, 
kisses her, arranges the chairs, closes the drawer that the children left 
open, takes one more look at the boys and goes out. 

Scene IIL 
Santa Claus comes creeping cautiously in, makes a profound bow 
to the audience, then peering at the occupants of couch and crib to be 
sure they are locked in the arms of Morpheus, he proceeds to fill the 
stockings. While he is thus engaged, the youngest boy {ivlio siioidd 
have piercing eyes) slowly raises his curly head from the pillow, and 
recognizing his father in the person of Santa Claus, places a finger 
significantly upon his nose, as much as to say, ''You can't fool me." 
Of course, his movements are unnoticed by Santa Claus, who fills the 
stockings to repletion, places sundry other large toys, such as a sled, 
wax doll, hobby, etc., under each respective stocking, and laying a 
finger upon his lips, bows and goes out. 

Scene IV. 
The father and mother enter, and going up to the children, panto- 
mine that they are asleep, and must not be disturbed. They sit. 
Children begin to show signs of waking. Fred leaps to the floor with 
a bound, rubbing his eyes, the others follow in rapid succession, and 
mounting chairs, wrench the stockings from the hooks, and scatter 
their contents over the floor. — {They should contain nothing that would 
injure by falling^ — Fred shakes his finger mischievously at his father, 
then rushes up and kisses him heartily. The children gather up the 
toys, which they drop again, and finally, with arms full, they all face 
the audience, bow and go out. Jenny Joy. 



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THE PICKWICKIANS ON ICE. 

>V'yOW," said Wardle, after a substantial lunch, witli the agree- 
J^y able items of strong beer and cherry-brandy, had been 
done ample justice to, "what say you to an hour on the 
ice? We shall have plenty of time." 

"Capital!" said Mr. Benjamin Allen. 

" Prime ! " ejaculated Mr. Bob Sawyer. 

"You skate, of course, Winkle?" said V/ardle. 

"Ye — yes; oh, yes!" replied Mr. Winkle. "I — am rather out of 
practice." 

"Oh, do skate, Mr. Winkle," said Arabella. "I like to see it so 
much!" 

"Oh, it is so graceful ! " said another young lady. 

A third young lady said it was elegant, and a fourth expressed her 
opinion that it was " swan-like." 

**I should be very happy, I'm sure," said Mr. Winkle, reddening; 
"but I have no skates." 

This objection was at once overruled. Trundle had got a couple of 
pair, and the fat boy announced that there were half a dozen more 
down stairs; whereat Mr. Winkle expressed exquisite delight, and 
looked exquisitely uncomfortable. 

Old Wardle led the way to a pretty large sheet of ice ; and, the fat 
boy and Mr. Weller having shovelled and swept away the snow which 
had fallen on it during the night, Mr. Bob Sawyer adjusted his skates 
with a dexterity which to Mr. Winkle was perfectly marvellous, and 
described circles with his left leg, and cut figures of eight, and 
inscribed upon the ice, without once stopping for breath, a great many 
other pleasant and astonishing devices, to the excessive satisfaction of 
Mr. Pickwick, Mr. Tupman, and the ladies; which reached a pitch of 
positive enthusiasm when old Wardle and Benjamin Allen, assisted by 
the aforesaid Bob Sawyer, performed some mystic evolutions, which 
they called a reel. 

All this time Mr. Winkle, with his face and hands blue with the 
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cold, had been forcing a gimlet into the soles of his feet, and putting 
his skates on with the points behind, and getting the straps into a very- 
complicated and entangled state, with the assistance of Mr. Snod- 
grass, who knew rather less about skates than a Hindoo. At lengthy 
'pwever, with the assistance of Mr. Weller, the unfortunate skates 
vere firmly screwed and buckled on, and Mr. Winkle was raised to his 
feet. 

" Now, then, sir," said Sam, in an encouraging tone, " off with you, 
and show 'em how to do it." 

" Stop, Sam, stop ! " said Mr. Winkle, trembling violently, and 
clutching hold of Sam's arm with the grasp of a drowning man. 
" How slippery it is, Sam? " 

"Not an uncommon thing upon ice, sir," replied Mr. Weller. 
" Hold up, sir." 

This last observation of Mr. Weller's bore reference to a demon- 
stration Mr. Winkle made, at the instant, of a frantic desire to 
throw his feet in the air, and dash the back of his head on the ice. 

"These — these — are very awkward skates, ain't they, Sam?'* in- 
quired Mr Winkle, staggering. 

" I'm afeerd there's an orkard gen'lm'n in 'em, sir," replied Sam. 

" Now, Winkle," cried Mr. Pickwick, quite unconscious that there 
was anything the matter. " Come: the ladies are all anxiety." 

" Yes, yes," replied Mr. Winkle, with a ghastly smile, " I'm com- 
\ng. 

"Just a-goin' to begin," said Sam, endeavoring to disengage him- 
'^elf. " Now, sir, start off." 

"Stop an instant, Sam," gasped Mr. Winkle, clinging most affec- 
aonately to Mr. Weller. " I find I've got a couple of coats at home 
that I don't want Sam. You may have them, Sam." 

" Thankee, sir," replied Mr. Weller. 

" Never mind touching your hat, Sam," said Mr. Winkle, hastily. 
"You needn't take your hand away to do that. I meant to have 
given you five shiUings this morning for a Christmas-box, Sam. I'li 
give it to you this afternoon. Sam." 



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"You're wery good, sir," replied Mr. Weller. 

"Just hold me at first, Sam, will you?" said Mr. Winkle. "There, 
that's right. I shall soon get in the way of it, Sam. Not too fast, 
Sam ; not too fast ! " 

Mr. Winkle, stooping forward, with his body half doubled up, was 
being assisted over the ice by Mr. Weller, in a very singular and un- 
swanlike manner, when Mr. Pickwick most innocently shouted from 
the opposite bank, — 

"Sam!" 

"Sir?" said Mr. Weller. 

"Here! I want you." 
/"Let go, sir," saidSam; "don't you hear the governor a-callin'? 
Let go, sir." 

With a^ violent effort Mr. Weller disengaged himself from the grasp 
of the agonized Pickwickian ; and, in so doing, administered a con- 
siderable impetus to the unhappy Mr. Winkle. With an accuracy, 
which no degree of dexterity or practice could have insured, that 
unfortunate gentleman bore swiftly down into the centre of the reel, 
at the very moment when Mr. Bob Sawyer was performing a flourish 
of unparalleled beauty. Mr. Winkle struck wildly against him, and 
with a loud crash they fell heavily down. Mr. Pickwick ran to the 
spot. Bob Sawyer had risen to his feet ; but Mr. Winkle was far too 
wise to do anything of the kind in skates. He was seated on the ice, 
making spasmodic efforts to smile; but anguish was depicted on 
every lineament of his countenance. 

"Are you hurt?" inquired Mr. Benjamin Allen, with great 
anxiety. 

"Not much," said Mr. Winkle, rubbing his back very hard. 

" I wish you would let me bleed you," said Mr. Benjamin Allen, 
with great eagerness. 

"No; thank you," replied Mn Winkle, hurriedly. 

" I really think you had better," said Mr. Allen. 

"Thank you," replied Mr. Winkle; " I'd rather not." 

"What do you think, Mr. Pickwick?" inquired Bob Sawj'er. 



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Mr. Pickwick was excited and indignant. He beckoned to Mr 
Weller, and said, in a stern voice, " Take his skates off." 

"No ; but really I had scarcely begun," remonstrated Mr. Winkle. 

"Take his skates off," repeated Mr. Pickwick, firmly. 

The command was not to be resisted. Mr. Winkle allowed Sam to 
obey it in silence. 

"Lift him up," said Mr. Pickwick. Sam assisted him to rise. 

Mr. Pickwick retired a few paces apart from the by-standers ; and, 
beckoning his friend to approach, fixed a searching look upon him, 
and uttered in a low but distinct and emphatic tone, these remarkable 
words : 

" You're a humbug, sir." 

"A what?" said Mr. Winkle, starting. 

" A humbug, sir. I will speak plainer, if you wish it. An im= 
poster, sir." 

With these words Mr. Pickwick turned slowly on his heel, and 
rejoined his friends. 

While Mr. Pickwick was delivering himself of the sentiment just 
recorded, Mr. Weller and the fat boy, having by their joint endeavors 
cut out a slide, were exercising themselves thereupon in a very 
masterly and brilliant manner. Sam Weller, in particular, was display- 
ing that beautiful feat of fancy sliding, which is currently denominated 
" knocking at the cobbler's door," and which is achieved by skimming 
over the ice on one foot, and occasionally giving a two-penny post- 
man's knock upon it with the other. It was a good long slide ; and 
there was something in the motion, which Mr. Pickwick, who was very 
cold with standing still, could not help envying. 

" It looks a nice, warm exercise, that, doesn't it.?" he inquired of 
Wardle, when that gentleman was thoroughly out of breath, by reason 
of the indefatigable manner, in which he had converted his legs into a 
pair of compasses, and drawn complicated problems on the ice. 

"Ah, it does, indeed," replied Wardle. **Do you slide?" 

" I used to do so on the gutters, when 1 was a boy/' replied Mr. 
Pickwick. 



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"Try it now," said Wardle. 

"Oh, do please, Mr. Pickwick! " cried all the ladies. 

"I should be very happy to afford you any amusement," replied 
Mr. Pickwick ; " but I haven't done such a thing these thirty years." 

"Pooh! pooh! nonsense!" said Wardle, dragging off his skates 
with the impetuosity which characterized all his proceedings. " Here ! 
I'll keep you company ; come along." And away went the good- 
tempered old fellow down the slide with a rapidity, which came very 
close upon Mr. Weller, and beat the fat boy all to nothing. 

Mr. Pickwick paused, considered, pulled off his gloves and put 
them in his hat, took two or three short runs, balked himself as often, 
and at last took another run, and went slowly and gravely down the 
slide, with his feet about a yard and a quarter apart, amidst the grati- 
fied shouts of all the spectators. 

" Keep the pot a-bilin', sir," said Sam ; and down went Wardle 
again, and then Mr. Pickwick, and then Sam, and then Mr. Winkle, 
and then Mr. Bob Sawyer, and then the fat boy, and then Mr. Snod- 
grass ; following closely upon each other's heels, and running after 
each other with as much eagerness as if all their future prospects in 
life depended on their expedition. 

It war the most intensely interesting thing to observe the manner, 
in which Mr. Pickwick performed his share in the ceremony ; to watch 
the torture of anxiety with which he viewed the person behind gain- 
ing upon him at the imminent hazard of tripping him up : to see him 
gradually expend the painful force which he had put on at first, and 
turn slowly round on the slide, with his face towards the point from 
which he started; to contemplate the playful smile which mantled on 
his face when he had accomplished the distance, and the eagerness 
with which he turned round when he had done so, and ran after his 
predecessor, his black gaiters tripping pleasantly through the snow, 
and his eyes beaming cheerfulness and gladness through his spectacles. 
And when he was knocked down (which happened upon the average 
every third round), it was the most invigorating sight that could pos- 
sibly be imagined, to behold him gather up his hat, gloves and hand- 



166 HUMOROUS READINGS. 

kerchief with a glowing countenance, and resume his station m the 
rank with an ardor and enthusiasm which nothing could abate. 

The sport was at its height, the sliding was at the quickest, the 
laughter was at the loudest, when a sharp, smart crack was heard. 
There was a quick rush towards the bank, a wild scream from the 
ladies and a shout from Mr. Tupman. A large mass of ice disap- 
peared, the water bubbled up over it, and Mr. Pickwick's hat, glove.- 
and handkerchief were floating on the surface; and this was all of 
Mr. Pickwick that anybody could see. 

Dismay and anguish vvere depicted on every countenance; the 
males turned pale, and the females fainted ; Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. 
Winkle grasped each other by the hand, and gazed at the spot, where 
their leader had gone down, with frenzied eagerness ; while Mr. Tup- 
man, by way of rendering the promptest assistance, and at the same 
time conveying to any person who might be within hearing the clearest 
possible notion of the catastrophe, ran off across the country at 
his utmost speed, screaming *'Fire!" with all his might and 
main. 

It was at this very moment, when old Wardle and Sam Weller were 
approaching the hole with cautious steps, and Mr. Benjamin Allen 
was holding a hurried consultation with Mr. Bob Sawyer on the 
advisibility of bleeding the company generally, as an improving little 
bit of professional practice, — it was at this very moment that a face, 
head and shoulders emerged from beneath the water, and disclosed 
the features and spectacles of Mr. Pickwick. ^ 

** Keep yourself up for an instant, for only one instant," bawled Mr. 
Snodgrass. 

" Yes — do : let me implore you — for my sake," roared Mr. Winkle, 
deeply affected. The adjuration was rather unnecessary ; the pro- 
bability being, that, if Mr. Pickwick had not decided to keep himself 
up for anybody else's sake, it would have occurred to him that he 
might as well do so for his own. 

"Do you feel the bottom there, old fellow?" said Wardle. 

"Yes — certainly," replied Mr. Pickwick, wringing the water from 



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his head and face, and gasping for breath. " I fell upon my back. I 
couldn't get on my feet at first." 

The clay upon so much of Mr. Pickwick's coat as was yet visible 
bore testimony to the accuracy of this statement ; and, as the fears of 
the spectators were still further relieved by the fat boy's suddenly 
recollecting that the water was nowhere more than five feet deep, 
prodigies of valor were performed to get him out. After a vast quan- 
tity of splashing and cracking and struggling, Mr. Pickwick was at 
length fairly extricated from his unpleasant situation, and once more 
stood on dry land. 

Mr. Pickwick was wrapped up, and started off for home, present- 
ing a. singular phenomenon of an elderly gentleman dripping wet, and 
without a hat, with his arms bound down to his sides, skimming over 
the ground without any clearly-defined purpose, at the rate of six 
good English miles an hour. — Charles Dickens. 



A TUXEDO ROMANCE. 

) ^ I AWAS at Tuxedo — let me see — 
1 In late September, long ago ; 
Yes, eighteen hundred eighty-three. 
But how time flies ; and yet I know 
It's nine years since I passed my nights 

Here at Tuxedo — filled my glass 
Of life with pleasures and dehghts, 
And let some golden chances pass. 

For they were golden, if we count 

An opportunity to wed 
A stunning girl, and wedding mount 

The social scale. Who was it said— 
And said it wisely, if he knew it ?— 

*' Ambition is a dangerous tool. 
When used too freely we may rue it. 

By sovereign, or sage or fool." 



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In those days Gertrude was a queen, 

A social queen, and winsome, too. 
Her hair was brown, with just a sheen 

Of gold and amber shining through. 
And how we flirted ! We had met 

At Newport in the busy whirl 
Which July brings. I Hked her set ; 

' Twas ultra — and I hked the girl. 

I more than liked her. Now it seems 

' Twas love's first dawning ; I was youngs 
And there was time for golden dreams. 

We drove, we chatted, danced and sung 
Together, for the season's close 

Was well upon us. Butterflies 
And moths alike, the whole world knows, 

Will seek the bright and fairest skies 

Societ}^ had turned its back 

On rare Tuxedo ; but we stayed. 
And certainly there seemed no lack 

Of pleasure, for she had delayed 
Her trip to London, where with rage 

Her father waited. Then, one day — 
To fill life's darkest, saddest page — 

She sobbed, and sobbing went away. 

We corresponded every week, 

Such letters that I wonder now 
The steamer did not spring a leak, 

Scorched and consumed from stern to prow. 
They burned with passion and with love ; 

They vowed that while our lives should last 
We'd be as true as stars above, 

And all such nonsense. Now 'tis past. 



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Her letters stopped ; I sought the whirl 

Of social pleasures ; then for spite 
I wooed and wed another girl. 

I did not half deserve the bright 
And happy life she brought me. So 

'Twas not until to-night I found 
Myself once more within the flow 

Of Fashion's set and Fashion's sound. 

I waltzed once with my partner's wife, 

Then in an alcove by the door — 
My veins seemed filled with fresh, new life— 

I saw a face I'd known before — 
'Twas Gertrude. Springing to her side 

I poured forth words of passion, then 
This girl, who should have been my bride, 

Said: "Jack, you're just like other men. 

And I like other women, too. 

Once we were foolish, long ago, 
But, really, I supposed you knew 

' Twas only a flirtation ; so 
You see I made the best of fate. 

And married quite another one. 
D^ar Jack, I fear you've come too late — 

But let me introduce my son." Albert HardYc 



BOOH I 

[Read at the Literary Congress in Chicago, Children's Day.] 

ON afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap 
And sits, Hke any monarch on his throne in nurse's lap. 
In this peculiar wise I hold my 'kerchief to my face, 
And cautiously and quietly I move about the place ; 
Then, with a cry, I suddenly expose my face to view. 
And you should hear him laugh and crow when I say *' Booh!" 



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Sometimes that rascal tries to make believe that he is scared. 
And, really, when I first began, he stared and stared and stared; 
And then his under lip came out and further out it came, 
Till mamma and the nurse agreed it was a " cruel shame." 
But now what does the same wee, toddling, Hsping baby do 
But laugh and kick his little heels when I say '' Booh ! " 

He laughs and kicks his little heels in rapturous glee, and then 
In shrill, despotic treble bids me "do it all aden!" 
And I — of course I do it for, as his progenitor, 
It is such pretty, pleasant play as this that I am for! 
And it is, oh, such fun ! and I am sure that I shall rue 
The time when we are both too old to play the game of " Booh! " 

Eugene Field. 

AWFULLY LOVELY PHILOSOPHY. 

A FEW days ago a Boston girl who had been at the School 
of Philosophy at Concord, arrived in Brooklyn, on a visit to a 
seminary chum. After canvassing thoroughly the fun and 
gum-drops that made up their education in the seat of learning at 
which their early scholastic efforts were made, the Brooklyn gir) 
began to inquire the nature of the Concord entertainment. 

"And so you are taking lessons in philosophy! How do you 
like it?" 

" Oh, it's perfectly lovely ! It's about science, you know, and we 
all just dote on science." 

** It must be nice. What is it about?" 

" It's about molecules as much as anything else, and molecules are 
all just too awfully nice for anything. If there's anything I really 
enjoy it's molecules." 

" Tell me about them, my dear. What are molecules ? " 

" Oh, molecules ! They are little wee things, and it takes ever so 
many of them. They are splendid things. Do you know there ain't 
anything but what's got molecules in it. And Mr. Cook is just as 



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sweet as he can be, and Mr. Emerson, too. They explain everything 
so beautifully." 

" How I'd like to go there ! " said the Brooklyn girl, enviousty. 

'' You'd enjoy it ever so much. They teach protoplasm, too, and 
if there is one thing perfectly heavenly, it's protoplasm. I really don't 
know which I like best, protoplasm or molecules," 

" Tell me about protoplasm. I know I should adore it." 

" 'Deed, you would. It's just too sweet to live. You know it's 
about how things get started, or something of that kind. You ought 
to hear Mr. Emerson tell about it. It would stir your very soul. The 
first time he explained about protoplasm there wasn't a dry eye in 
the house. We named our hats after him. This is an Emerson hat. 
You see the ribbon is drawn over the crown and caught with a 
buckle and a bunch of flowers. Then you turn up the side with a 
spray of forget-me-nots. Ain't it just too sweet? All the girls in 
the school have them." 

" How exquisitely lovely ! Tell me some more science." 

'' Oh, I almost forgot about differentiation. I am really and truly posi- 
tively in love with differentiation. It's different from molecules and 
protoplasm, but it's every bit as nice. And Mr. Cook ! You should 
hear him go on about it. I really believe he's perfectly bound up in it. 
This scarf is the Cook scarf All the girls wear them, and we named them 
after him, just on account of the interest he takes in differentiation." 

'* What is it, anyway ? " 

'^ This is mull, trimmed with Languedoc lace " 

" I don't mean that — that other." 

" Oh, differentiation ! Ain't it sweet? It's got something to do 
with species. It's the way you tell one hat from another, so you'll 
know which is becoming. And we learn all about ascidians, too. 
They are the divinest things ! I'm absolutely enraptured with ascid- 
ians. If I only had an ascidian of my own ! I wouldn't ask any- 
thing else in the world." 

" What do they look like, dear ? Did you ever see one?" asked 
the Brooklyn girl, deeply interested. 



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•* Oh, no ; nobody ever saw one except Mr. Cook and Mr. Emer- 
son ; but they are something Hke an oyster with a reticule hung on 
its belt. I think they are just heavenly." 

** Do you learn anything else besides?" 

'• Oh, yes. We learn about common philosophy and logic, and 
those common things like metaphysics; but the girls don't care any- 
thing about those. We are just in ecstacies over differentiations and 
molecules, and Mr. Cook and protoplasms, and ascidians and Mr. 
Emerson, and I really don't see why they put in those vulgar 
branches. If anybody, beside Mr. Cook and Mr. Emerson, had done 
it, we should have told him to his face that he was too terribly, 
awfully mean." 

And the Brooklyn girl went to bed that night in the dumps, 
because fortune had not vouchsafed her the advantages enjoyed by 
her friend. 



"I 



«* WASH DOLLY UP LIKE THAT." 

[Child dialect] 

'LL be the goodest little girl 
That ever you did see, 
If you'll let me take my dolly 
To church with you and me. 
It's too drefful bad to leave her 

When we's all gone away ; 
Oh ! Cosette will be so lonesome 
To stay at home all day." 

*Twas such a pleading pair of eyes 

And winsome little face 
That mamma couldn't well refuse. 

Though church was not the place 
For dolls or playthings she well knew, 

Still mamma's little maid 



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Was always so obedient 
She didn't feel afraid. 

No mouse was ever half so still 
As this sweet little lass, 

Until the sermon was quite through- 
Then this did come to pass : 

A dozen babies (more or less) 
Dressed in long robes of white 

Were brought before the altar rail — 
A flash of heaven's own light. 

Then Mabel stood upon the seat, 

With dolly held out straight. 
And this is what the darling said : 

'' Oh ! minister, please to wait, 
And wash my dolly up like that — 

Her name it is Cosette." 
The ''minister" smiled and bowed his head? 

But mamma blushes yet. 



PROOF POSITIVE. 

I STEPPED into my room one day 
And saw some children there at play. 
I sought my little girl and found her 
With half a dozen youngsters round her; 
And from the way she slapped her rule, 
I knew that they were "playing school." 

I gave my little girl a kiss — . 
A pleasure that I never miss. 

A murmur through the school-room ran, 

A smile pervaded every feature, 
*' He must be a committeeman ! " 

They loud exclaimed — " he kissed the teacher ! 



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THE SONG OF THE PRINTING PRESS. 

r Written expressly for this Volume.] 

M a king among men, and no monarch of old, 
Whose valorous deeds to the world have been told, 
Ever ruled in a kingdom so wide as my own, 
Or graced with his purple so mighty a throne. 



From_ the warm brain of genius I sprang at a bound, 
With bolts, screws and pinions, and cylinders round, 
Ink-fountains and cranks, mighty levers and rings, 
Wide feed-boards and buffer-wheels, gear-wheels and springs. 

I have pulleys and rollers, belts, grippers and flies — 
No finer machinery man's brain could devise ; 
They made me with hammer, file, chisel and fire — 
Though I go night and day, yet my wheels never tire. 

In each crank, in each spring, in each wheel is a thought, 
And into cold iron man's mind has been wrought ; 
There is life in the crank, in the spring, in the wheel ; 
There is brain in the levers and blood in the steel. 

Though silent and dead to all eyes I may seem, 
I start into life at the hiss of the steam ; 
My axles are oiled and my cylinders fleet, 
My dizzy wheels whirl and my wild pulses beat. 

Like the snowflakes descending in clouds from the sky. 
The fresh-printed sheets from my deft fingers fly ; 
They rustle, they flutter, they drop thick and fast 
As leaves from the trees in the hurricane's blast. 

I print what I get — telegraphic despatches, 
Births, weddings, elopments, divorces and matches ; 
Things wondrous and witty, things foolish and wise- 
It is said that I've even been known to print lies. 



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C know all ^he news and I tell it to you-=- 
Frauds, forgeries, murders, and politics, too^^ 
Ball matches and accidents, weather reports. 
And naughty flirtations at summer resorts. 

Mrs. Snooks made a call, «nd the rich Mrs. ScroggS 
Gave a party and didn't invite Mrs. Noggs ; 
Two dogs had a fight, and th*^ Smiths had a row-=— 
I have printed it all, and the world knows it now. 

I print the price-lists of the marker in stocks, 
Long columns of gossip and very stale jokes ; 
Queer stories of tadpoles and spiders and leeches, 
Quack remedies, lost curs, and Congressmen's speecheSo 

One man is just crazy to try matrimony, 
Provided the widow has plenty of money ^ 
Another's so lonely he must advertise, 
For a lovely brunette with bewitching black eyes. 

I tell what is wanted, and where you may look 
For a trim dancing master, a nursemaid or cook^ 
A repairer of bric-a-brac, shoes and old clothes. 
Or a genteel professor of corns and sore toes. 

But these common achievements 'tis time to dismiss. 
For my type has a purpose far higher than this ; 
I create the opinion that rules ev'ry nation, 
And grandly lead onward all civilization. 

Old Vulcan, the blacksmith, grim, sooty and dire. 
Forged hot thunderbolts with his anvil and fire, 
And the bolts from Olympus like lightning were hurled 
By Jupiter Tonans, the king of the world. 

When my forces were forged into being and birth, 
I received for my kingdom the realms of the earth. 



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And was clothed with a sway that was destined to prove 
Far grander than that of Olympian Jove. 

I send forth the Bible, the classic, the story ; 

I tell of brave deeds and the patriot's glory, 

I issue great thoughts and they fly like the light, 

That shoots its sharp gleams through the gloom of the nightc 

To the millions who read I'm commissioned to state 
What histories tell and what fictions narrate. 
What science proclaims, what theology preaches, 
What invention finds out, what philosophy teaches. 

Now my noise is the song which some great poet sings^. 
Now the burning oration that thunders and rings. 
Now the sweet tale of love, now the advocate's plea. 
Now the message that flashes from under the sea. 

Make the furnaces hot, and the steami — crowd it on 
Till my mission is ended, my laurels are won, 
And the world, all renewed, shall applaud and confess 
It was fashioned anew by the swift printing press. 

Henry Davenport. 



POMONA DESCRIBES HER BRIDAL TRIP. 



TV I OW, then, says Jone, after he'd been thinkin' a while, ' there'll 
be no more foolin' on this trip. To-morrow we'll go to 
father's, an' if the old gentleman has got any money on the 
crops, which I expect he has by this time, I'll take up a part of my 
share, an' we'll have a trip to Washington an' see the President, an' 
Congress, an* the White House, an' the lamp always a-burnin' before 
the Supreme Court, an' — ' 

" * Don't say no more,' says I ; ' it's splendid !' 

" So early the nex' day we goes off jus' as fast as trains would take 
us to his father's, an' we hadn't been there more'n ten minutes before 
Jone found out he had been summoned on a jury. 



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" ' When must you go?' says I, when he come, lookin' kind o' paie, 
to tell me this. 

"'Right off,' says he. 'The court meets this mornin'. If I don't 
hurry up I'll have some of 'em after me. But I wouldn't cry about 
it. I don't believe the case'U last more'n a day.' 

" The old man harnessed up an' took Jone to the court house, an' 
I went too, for I might as well keep up the idea of a bridal trip as 
not. I went up into the gallery an' Jone he was set among the other 
men in the jury-box. 

" The case was about a man named Brown, who married the half 
sister of a man named Adams, who afterward married Brown's mother 
an* sold Brown a house he had got from Brown's grandfather in trade 
for half a grist mill, which the other half of it was owned by Adams's 
half sister's first husband, who left all his property to a Soup Society, 
in trust, till his son should come of age, which he never did, but left 
a will which gave his half of the mill to Brown ; an' the suit was 
between Brown an' Adams an' Brown again, an' Adams's half-sister, 
who was divorced from Brown, an' a man named Ramsey, who had 
put up a new over-shot wheel to the grist mill. 

*' That case wasn't a easy one to understand, as you may see for 
yourselves, an' it didn't get finished that day. They argyed over it a 
full week. When there wasn't no more witnesses to carve up, one 
lawyer made a speech, an' he set that crooked case so straight that 
you could see through it from the over-shot wheel clean back to 
Brown's grandfather. Then another feller made a speech an' he set 
the whole thing up another way. It was jus' as clear to look through 
but it was another case altogether, no more like the other one than a 
apple pie is like a mug o' cider. An' then they both took it up, an' 
they swung it around between 'em till it was all twisted an' knotted 
an' wound up an' tangled worse than a skein o' yarn in a nest o' 
kittens, an' then they give it to the jury. 

"Well, when them jurymen went out there wasn't none of 'em, as 
Jone told me afterward, as knew whether it was Brown or Adams as 
was dead, or whether the mill was to grind soup or to be run by soup 
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power. Of course, they couldn't agree. Three of 'em wanted to 
give a verdict for the boy that died, two of 'em was for Brown's 
grandfather, an' the rest was scattered, some goin' in for damages to 
the witnesses, who ought to get somethin' for havin' their characters 
ruined. Jone he jus' held back ready to jine the other eleven as soon 
as they'd agree. But they couldn't do it, an' they was locked up 
three days an' four nights. You'd better believe I got pretty wild 
about it, but I come to court every day an* waited, bringin' somethin' 
-o eat in a basket. Jone never had no chance to jine in with the other 
fellers, for they couldn't agree, an' they were all discharged at last. 
So the whole thing went for nothin'. When Jone come out he looked 
like he'd been drawn through a pump-log, and he says to me, tired 
like : 

" ' Let's go home an' settle down ! ' " — Frank R. Stockton. 



CAUSE AND EFFECT. 

A LITTLE dinner party was in progress down below, 
While above stairs, in the nursery, was a lovely little Fred. 
"There is nothing left to do!" he sighed, "that clock is very 
slow, 
And when nurse does finish supper she will put me straight 
to bed! 

" Now, if they'd let me play with that ! " — he looked up on the wall. 
And gently pushed a chair along before him as he spoke, 

** I really would not mischief it, or worry it at all, 

And I feel quite pretty certain I could mend it if it broke ! *' 

About five minutes after this the door bell rang, and low 

The servant to the master whispered, " Sir, he's at the door-^ 

The messenger you rang for." Replied the master, " No ; 

He's made some stupid blunder," and he thought of it no more. 

Five minutes passed ; a sound of wheels ; the servant came to say, 
" The carriage is awaiting, sir — belike its come too early. 



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" But the man is very positive you rang for a cuppay." 

** I didn't!" said the master, and his look and tone were surly. 

Tn the same mysterious manner a policeman came and went, 
And a doubtful look was growing now upon the master's face. 

An idea had occurred to him of what the mystery meant, 
And he was just preparing to follow out the trace — 

When lo ! a burst of thunder sound— the engine drew up proudly. 
Close followed by the hose cart, and dire confusion grew, 

But the master from his doorstep by shouting wildly, loudly. 
Was in time to stop the deluge, and 'twas all that he could do. 

Straightway to the alarm he went and captured Master Freddy, 
Who sobbed " I only give it such a little, little jerk ! 

I didn't mean to start it — ^just to try if it was ready ; 
I wanted — ^all I wanted was to see if it would work" 



I 



THE PUZZLED DUTCHMAN. 

'M a broken-hearted Deutscher, 

Vot's villed mit crief und shame, 
I dells you vot der drouple ish : 
I doesn't know my name. 



You dinks dis fery vunny, eh? 

Ven you der schtory hear, 
You vill not vonder den so mooch. 

It vas so schtrange and queer. 

Mine moder had dwo leedle twins; 

Dey vas me und mine broder: 
Ve lookt so fery mooch alike. 

No von knew vich vrom toder. 



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Von off der poys was " Yawcob," 

Und " Hans " der oder's name : 
But den it made no tifferent : 

Ve both got called der same. 

Veil ! von off us got tead — 

Yaw, Mynheer, dot ish so ! 
But vedder Hans or Yawcob, 

Mine moder she don't know. 

Und so I am in drouples : 

I gan't kit droo mine hed 
Vedder I'm Hans vot's hfing, 

Or Yawcob vot is tead ! 

Charles F. Adams. 

MRS. SMART LEARNS HOW TO SKATE. 

DON'T you think skating is dreadful good exercise ? I do ; and 
I've been trying of it lately, so that I have as good a knowl- 
edge of how it operates as anybody else. 

Joshua said I was rather old to go into such childish bizness : but 
I don't see no airthly reason why an old married woman shouldn't 
enjoy herself if she can. Goodness knows, most of us has trouble 
enough to put up with — if we have a husband and children and hens 
and pigs and things. And if we can git any enjoyment out of life, I 
say we'd orter. I calkulate to, myself; and I'd like to see anybody 
hender me ! It'll take more'n Joshua Smart ! He never growed big 
enuff! No, sir ! not by a long chalk ! 

All the folks round about here has gone into skating. There hain't 
nobody but what's had a spell at it. Even old Grandmarm Smith, 
that's gone with two canes this dozen years — she's tried it, and fell 
down, and smashed her specs, and barked her nose all to flinchers; 
and old Deacon Sharp, that's been blind ever since Wiggin's barn was 
burnt, he's got to be quite a powerful skater. Only you have to clear 
the track when you see him coming, 'cause he don't turn out for no- 



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body nor nothing. And he's apt to git to using big words, if he 
happens to hit against anything. The other day he skated against a 
tall stump in the millpond, and a madder man you never seed. He 
took it for somebody standing there; and, if he is a deacon, I'm 
ready to give my Bible oath that he came at it, and hit it several licks 
with his fist, afore he found out that it wasn't no one. 

All the wimmen folks has been out on the ice this fall. I never 
seed such a turnout afore. The way they've done, they've cooked 
up enuff Satterdays to last all through the next week, and then they've 
skated, and their husbands has staid at home, and swore and eat cold 
vittles. 

Law sake ! how things have changed since I was a gal ! The 
world is gitting more and more civilized every day. In a thorsand 
years from now, at the present rate of getting along, this airth will be 
too good to live in, and most of us will have to leave, if we hain't 
already. 

Why, I can remember when a gal that dared to look at a pair of 
skates was called a Tomboy; and you might as well have served 
out a term in the States Prison as to have been called that ! It was 
an awful name ! It used to be a sin for a gal to do anything that a 
boy did, except milk the cows, and eat pudding and molasses. 

As soon as it got cold enough to friz up, I made up my mind to see 
what I could do at skating. I had an idea that it wouldn't take me 
no time at all to larn. All the gals was an awful spell a-larning ; but 
all in the world that made 'em so long was 'cause they had fellers 
a-showing of 'em how, and they kinder liked the fun. If there hadn't 
been a feller in the neighborhood, a'most any of 'em would larnt the 
whole trade in three days. 

I went over to the bridge, ana sold fiv^e pounds of butter, and got 
me a pair of skates. Hain't it astonishing how butter has gone up ? 
Never seed the beat of it in all my life ! We don't pretend to eat a 
mite of butter to our house, though we've get three farrer cows and 
a new milk's heifer. Joshua grumbles like everything ; but I tell 
him 'taint no use — Fd as lives he'd spread his bread with fifty-cent 



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scrips as with butter. And 'tvvon't make no difference a hundred 
years from now whecner a man has lived on butter or hog's fat. Net 
a speck ! 

I sold the butter, and took three dollars' worth of skates. Miss 
Pike, the milliner, said I ought to have a skating costume — it wasn't 
properous to skate in a long-tailed gownd and crinoline. 

So one day I sot myself to work, and fixed one. I took a pair of 
Joshua's red flannel drawers, and sot two rosettes of green ribbon onto 
the bottoms of 'em ; and then I took a yaller petticoat of mine, and 
sewed five rows of blue braids round the bottom of that ; my waist 
I made out of a red and brown plaid shawl, and for a cap I took one 
of Joshua's cast-off stove-pipe hats, and cut it down a story. I tied a 
wide piece of red flannel around it, and pulled out an old crower's 
tail, and stuck that into the front of it. Joshua laffed at me, the 
master. He sed I looked jest like an Injun squaw; but as he never 
seed one, I dunno how he knowed. 

Sam Jellison sed he'd larn me how to do ; but I told him no ; I 
didn't want nobody a-handling me round a-finding out whether I wore 
corsets or not. I didn't like the style. I guessed I could tak^ keer 
of myself. I'd allers managed to. I'd took keer of myself through 
the jonders, and the dispepsy, and the collery morbus, and I'd allers 
made my soap, and did my own cleaning, and I guessed I could 
skate without nobody's assistance. I didn't want no little upstarts a 
holding onto me with one arm, and lafling at me in t'other sleeve at 
the same time. 

Sam he whistled and sed nothing. It's a dreadful hateful way some 
folks have of insulting of ye — that whistle of theirn. 

One Tuesday morning, bright and airly, I got my work out of the 
way, and dressing myself in my skating costume, I took my skates in 
one hand and a long pole to steady myself by in the other, and set 
sail for the mill-pond. 

I shouldn't have dared to begin such an undertaking any day but 
Tuesday. Wednesday is allers a dreadful day for me! Why, I've 
broke more'n ten dollars* worth of crockery Wednesdays ; and I've 



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sot three hens Wednesdays, and one's eggs all addled, and one she 
got broke up afore sh'd sot a week, and t'other one hatched out three 
chickens that was blind as bats, and never had no tail-feathers ! 

I went so airly, that I was in hopes there wouldn't be no speckle- 
petaters to see my fust attempt ; but, lawful heart ! the pond was 
lined with 'em ! I felt rather down in the mouth at the idea of trying 
my skill afore all them people, but I was too plucky to back out. 

I sot down on the ground, and strapped on my skates ; and grab- 
bing my pole firmly in both hands, I got onto the ice. The minnit I 
got on, I sot rite down flat, in spite of all I could do, and it was as 
much as five minutes afore I could git up agin. And when I did my 
left foot begun for to run rite round t'other one, and I run rite round 
arter it. The fust thing I knowed my heels was up, and m.y head 
was down, and I thought it was night and p11 the stars in the firmary 
was having a shooting-match. 

Sam Jellison he seed me fall, and come and picked me up. Sam is 
dreadful attentive to me, because he's trying to shine my darter Betsey. 
I can see through it all. He wanted to help me stiddy myself, but I 
wouldn't let him, and started off upon the dog trot. I could run a 
good deal better than I could slide. I thought I'd go over on t'other 
side of the pond, where Miss Pike and some other friends of mine 
was ; and, sticking my long pole into the airholes, I made out to get 
under way. And after I once got started, the difficulty was to stop 
myself. I went rite ahead like a steam injine down grade. I found 
it wasn't no use to fite against fate ; and, concluding that this was the 
fun of skating, I drawed up my pole and let it stick out each side of 
me, and sailed on. I had the wind in my back, and it filled my yaller 
petticoat so that it floated out afore me like the star spangled banner 
on the Fourth of July. 

I was a-coming to where the skaters were at it pretty thick ; but I 
I didn't think to take my pole in, and the fust thing I knowed I was a 
mowing of 'em down with it, rite and left, as a two-hoss mowing-ma- 
chine takes down the grass on a medder. 

The ice was lined with the ruins ! Muffs, and hoods, and gloves, 



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and false teeth, and waterfalls, and rats, and mice, and curled hair, and 
men, and women, and little boys — all mixed up together. You 
couldn't tell t'other from which ! 

Old Jim Pratt he went down among the rest ; and, as he went, the 
toe of his skate ketched into that beautiful braid on my yaller petti- 
coat, and in less'n a minnit tore it clear off and wound it all among 
the understandings of all the scrabbling people. 

I w^as madder'n a hatter ! I riz my pole to let 'em have some ; but 
before I could strike, the strain on that illigant trimming upsot my 
equalibrius, and down I went, striking the back of my crannyrum so 
hard, that for a minnit I thought my skull bone was broke clean 
across ! It seemed as if I could hear the rough edges grate together. 

Just as I was a-rising to get up, along come a feller at a 2.40 rate, 
without any eyes into his head, I expect, for he didn't see me, but 
undertook to skate rite over me, and away he come, head fust, onto 
the ice, with a grunt that sounded like a pig's when he's just gwine to 
sleep after eating a whole pail of swill. 

I grabbed hold of his coat-tail to hist myself up by, and, law sake I 
the cloth parted like a cobweb, and left him with a short jacket on, 
and letting me back onto the ice harder than afore ! 

Sam Jellison he arrived jest at this minnit, and I didn't say nothing 
agin his helping of me. I felt as if I was nigh about played out. He 
esquarted me to the shore, with all that blue braid a-trailing after me. 
And when I'd got breath, he went up home with me, and I heard him 
kiss Bets behind the pantry door. Wall, wall, young folks will be 
young folks, and 'tain't no use to try to hinder 'em. 

I was so sore for a week that I couldn't git my arms to my head 
A^ithout screeching, and I felt all over as if I'd been onjinted and 
jined onto another person's understandings. 

As soon as I got better, though, I let Sam help me larn, and I can 
skate the master now. You never seed the beat ! Its the grandest 
exercise ! and so healthy ! I've friz both of my feet, and my nose, 
ind my face has mostly peeled, and I've got the rumatiz tremenjous ; 
but I've larned to skate, and what do I keer ! — Clara Augusta. 



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A BOY'S POEM ON WASHINGTON/ 

[Written expressly for this volume.] 

HEY 'RE making a fuss about George's birthday— 

Who cares for his birthday ? Not I ; 
'Tisn't much of a day for us boys after all — 

I'd rather have Fourth of July. 



Of course, ev'rybody has got to be born, 
And a birthday will come now and then, 

I know folks who have it about every year, 
But that doesn't make them great men. 

George hacked at a cherry tree, so it is said, 
A.nd then wouldn't make an excuse ; 

Why should he ? His father had seen what he did, 
To lie would have been of no use. 

Our country once wanted a father, you know ; 

If George hadn't then been around 
Some other would soon have applied for the place. 

And a good situation have found. 

Besides, it's a shame to make George the father 
Of a country so great and so grand, 

When nothing whatever is said of a mother — 
Why, that's a mean slight to our land. 

Uncle Ben's got a picture of George in a boat, 

A-crossing the Delaware River. 
Well, how would he cross it except in a boat ? 

Wade through it, get wet and then shiver ? 

My history says that a winter he spent 
At a place that is called Valley Forge ; 



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What of it ? Why people spend winters there now— 
Was that any credit to George? 

He got the gilt sword of Cornwallis, 'tis said, 

And that was the end of the bother ; 
And yet, all the time he'd a sword of his own, 

And why should he want any other? 

A president then I believe he was made, 

But that wasn't much it would seem ; 
'Twould have been something like it if he'd only been 

At the head of a foot-ball team. 

Henry Davenport 



HOW THREE WERE MADE ONE. 

[The figures refer to the corresponding numbers in Part I./ 

7T CANNIBAL maid and her Hottentot Blade— 
J^^X_ They met^ in a rocky defile ; 

A gay eagle plume^® was his only costume, 
The lady was wrapt in a — smile ; 
Together they strolled, and his passion^ he told 

In pleading ^^ and tremulous tone, 
While softly they trod on the blossom-strewn sod, 
And spooned in the twilight alone. 

Then sweetly she sighed as she shyly replied, 

With tender and fairy-like mien ; 
She murmured the word, when a war whoop ^ was heard 

A rival had burst^ on the scene. 
A savage Zulu to the trysting place drew, 

Demanding^* his Cannibal bride; 
But the Hottentot said, with a toss of his head 

"I'll have thy^ degenerate hide' " 



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The Hottentot flew at the savage Zulu, 

The Zulu he went for the Blade, 
And fiercely they vied^^ in their strength and their pride, 

And fought^ for the Cannibal Maid. 
She perched on a stone,^ with a shapely shinbone 

Clasped tight in her tapering arms, 
And watched the blood fly with a love-laden eye 

While the warriors fought for her charms. 

When fiercer they fought and the ringing blows caught 

With thrust and with parry and punch. 
She said, with a smile, '* In a very short while 

I will have those ^ two fellows for lunch." 
The purple blood flows from the Hottentot's nose, 

The Zulu is struck by the Blade ; 
Then each of them sighed,^^ a gasping — he died^ 

And looked on the Cannibal Maid. 

She made a nice stew of the savage Zulu, 

And scrambled the Hottentot's brains — 
Twas a dainty menu when the cooking was through, 

And she dined on her lovers' remains. 
The savage Zulu and the Hottentot, too, 

Both sleep in a CannibaF tomb ; 
The three were made one, and the story is done — 

The maiden strolled^ off in the gloom.. 

Edward H. Peale. 



THE GOAT AND THE SWING. 

A VICIOUS goat, one day, had found 
His way into forbidden ground, 
When, coming to the garden swing, 
He spied a most prodigious thing — 
A ram, a monster to his mind, 
With head before and head behind ! 



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Its shape was odd, no hoofs were seen. 
But without legs it stood between 
Two upright, lofty posts of oak, 
With forehead ready for a stroke. 

Though but a harmless ornament 

Carved on the seat, it seemed intent 

On barring the intruder's way ; 

While he, advancing, seemed to say, 

** Who is this surly fellow here ? 

Two heads, no tail — it's mighty queer t 

A most insulting countenance!" 

With stamp of foot and angry glance 

He curbed his threatening neck, and stood 

Before the passive thing of wood. 

** You winked as I was going by ! 
You didn't ? What ! tell me I lie ? 
Take that ! " and at the swing he sprung ; 
A sounding thump ! It backward swung, 
And, set in motion by the blow. 
Swayed menacingly to and fro. 

"Ha! you'll fight? A quarrelsome chap 
I knew you were ! You'll get a rap ! 
I'll crack your skull ! " A headlong jump ; 
Another and a louder bump! 

The swing, as if with kindling wrath. 

Came pushing back along the path. 

The goat, astonished, shook his head, 

Winked hard, turned round, grew mad and said, 

*' Villain ! I'll teach you who I am ! " 

(Or seemed to say), "you rascal ram. 

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Jo quietly am passing b> ! 

Your head or mine! " A thundering: stroke; 

The cracking horns met crashmg oak ! 

Then came a dull and muffled sound, 
And something rolled along the ground, 
Got up, looked sad, appeared to say : 
" Your head's too hard! " and limped away 
Quite humbly, in a rumpled coat — • 
A dirtier and a wiser goat I 

John Townsend Trowbridge. 



THE McSWATS SWEAR OFF. 

[Without speaking the word " puff" imitate the puff of one smoking.] 

nr OBELIA, my love, another long and delightful evening is 
1 y before us." 

The young husband was arrayed in a dressing-gown of 
gorgeous, variegated and dazzling complexion. He sat in a luxurious 
armchair and rested his tired feet on the soft plush cushions of two 
other chairs. In his hand he held a magazine of large print which he 
was trying laboriously to read with the aid of an eye-glass he had 
purchased under the deep and solemn conviction that his position in 
society required him to use something of the kind. 

"Is there anything else I can do for your comfort, Billiger?" 
tenderly inquired the young wife. 

" I think not. Lobelia," he replied after considering a few moments; 
" though if you will kindly open that package of * Lone Jack ' and 
put the smoking set within reach I shall be obliged." 

Mrs. McSwat did so, and with her own fair hands she filled his new 
meerschaum, whose bowl was already taking a brownish tinge that 
gave promise of richer and grander result in the happy future. 

"You don't know. Lobelia (puff), how gratefully I (puff) appre- 
ciate your (puff) kindness in interposing no objection to my indulsfence 



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in (puff, puff) this habit. Hard as would have been the sacrifice, 
Lobelia, I (puff) would have quit it cheerfully — that is to say (puff) — 
with comparative cheerfulness, if you had exacted it." 

** How could I have asked you to quit smoking, Billiger," replied 
the young wife, '* when you have never made the least objection to 
my chewing gum?" 

Mr. McSwat 'aid the pipe down and looked at her in astonishment. 

" Do you chew gum, Lobelia?" he said. " I never suspected it." 

" I — I confess I do sometimes, Billiger." 

" Mrs. McSwat," said he, severely, *' have you any idea of the con- 
sequences of inveterate gum chewing? Do you know the inconceiv- 
ably vile materials of which the stuff is made?" 

" It can't be any worse, Mr. Swatt, than the poisonous, filthy, 
reeking fumes of that dirty old pipe you are " 

" Lobelia McSwat, have a care! Don't provoke me too far, or " 



" Billiger McSwat, do you dare to threaten me ? Don't glare and 
squint at me through that eye-glass till you have learned how to use 
it sir. You are " 

" Lobeha," exclaimed the young husband, pale with conflicting 
emotions, *' you have spoken sneeringly of this meerschaum. It cost 
^25. But let that pass. I can bear it. To think, though, that the 
woman I have vowed to love and cherish," and his voice faltered — 
" upon whom I have poured out the treasure of a heart's richest 
affection, is a g-gum chew-chewer ! O ! O ! Lo-be-lia ! " 

" B-Billiger ! " sobbed Lobelia, ** I'll qu-quit ch-chewing if you'll 
stop bmoking ! " 

" I'll do it, my love !" he exclaimed. 

His brow aflame with lofty and noble resolve, Billiger wrapped his 
smoking set, with pipe, tobacco and all, in a paper and threw the 
package to the remotest depths of a dark and gloomy attic on the 
topmost floor, while Lobelia gathered up all her wads of gum from 
their various hiding places, rolled them into a compact bundle and 
threw them into the attic likewise. 

"With these slight sacrifices, Lobelia," said Billiger, tenderly, "we 



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propitiate the good angels of domestic bliss, and banish forever the 
demon of discord from our hearthstone!" 

Forty-eight hours had passed — 48 short, happy hours. Night had 
jome again. 

Billiger was in that attic. He had sneaked mto it, and was fum- 
bling around noiselessly for something. In the dark his hand had 
come in contact with a shoe, and he grasped it. It had a foot in it. 

There was a faint scream. 

'' Mrs. McSwat, is that you ?'* 

" Mr. McSwat, it is." 

" What are you doing here, madam ? " 

"Sir, I am looking for my gum. What are you doing here?" 

" Madam, I am hunting for my pipe." 



THE TELLTALE. 

•With piping, merry tones trj'- to suggest the notes of the boboUnk in passages 
where the bird is supposed to be speaking. ] 

ONCE on a golden afternoon, 
With radiant faces and hearts in tune, 
Two fond lovers in dreaming mood 
Threaded a rural solitude. 
Wholly happy, they only knew 
That the earth was bright and the sky was blue, 
That light and beauty and joy and song 
Charmed the way as they passed along ; 
The air was fragrant with woodland scents : 
The squirrel frisked on the roadside fence; 

And hovering near them : " Chee — chee — Chink ? " 
Queried the curious bobolink. 
Pausing and peering with sidelong head, 
As saucily questioning all they said; 



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While the ox-eye danced on its slender stem^ 
And all glad nature rejoiced with them. 

Over the odorous fields were strewn 
Wilting windrows of grass new-mown, 
And rosy billows of clover bloom 
Surged in the sunshine and breathed perfume. 
Swinging low on the slender limb, 
The sparrow warbled his wedding hymn, 
And, balancing on a blackberry brier. 
The bobolink sung with his heart on fire-— 
" Chink ? If you wish to kiss her, do ! 
Do it, do it ! You coward, you ! 

Kiss her! Kiss — kiss her! Who will see? 
Only we three ! we three 1 we three ! " 
Under garlands of drooping vines 
Through dim vistas of sweet-breathed pines. 
Past wide meadow — fields, lately mowed. 
Wandered the indolent country road. 

The lovers followed it, listing still. 
And, loitering slowly, as lovers will, 
Entered a low-roofed bridge that ^ay 
Dusky and cool, in their pleasant way. 
Under its arch a smooth brown stream 
Silently glided, with glint and gleam. 
Shaded by graceful elms that spread 
Their verdurous canopy overhead, — 
The stream so narrow, the boughs so wide. 
They met and mingled across the tide. 
Alders loved it, and seemed to keep 
Patient watch as it lay asleep, 
Mirroring clearly the trees and sky 
And the fluttering form of the dragon-fly. 



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Save where the swift-winged swallow played 

In and out in the sun and shade, 
And darting and circling in merry chase. 
Dipped, and dimpled its clear dark face. 

Fluttering lightly from brink to brink, 
Followed the garrulous bobolink. 

Rallying loudly, with mirthful din, 

Tlie pair who lingered unseen within. 
And when from the friendly bridge at last, 
Into the road beyond they passed, 

Again beside them the tempter went, 

Keeping the thread of his argument : 
'• Kiss her — kiss her, chink a-chee-chee I 
I'll not mention it, don't mind me; 

I'll be sentinel — I can see 

All around from this tall birch tree ! * 
But ah! they noted, nor deemed it strange. 
In his rollicking chorus a trifling change : 

"Do it — do it I" with might and main, 

Warbled tl\e tell-tale, " do it again ! " 



THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY. 

[The exquisite humor of this selection should h\> made effective by a spr'i?htly 
manner and a touch of comedy in expression.] 

THE Lady Jane was tall and slim 
The Lady Jane was fair 
And Sir Thomas, her lord, was stout of limb, 
And his cough was short, and his eyes were dim. 
And he wore green "specs" with a tortoise shell rim, 
And his hat was remarkably broad in the brim, 
And she was uncommonly fond of him — 

And they were a loving pair 1 
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And wherever they went, or wherever they came. 
Every one hailed them with loudest acclaim; 

Far and wide, 

The people cried, 
All sorts of pleasure, and no sort of pain, 
To Sir Thomas the good, and the fair lady Jane ! 

Now Sir Thomas the good, be it well understood. 

Was a man of very contemplative mood — 

He would pore by the hour, o'er a weed or a flowei, 

Or the slugs, that came crawling out after a shower; 

Black beetles, bumble-bees, blue-bottle flies. 

And moths, were of no small account in his eyes ; 

An " industrious flea " he'd by no means despise. 

While an *'old daddy long-legs," whose long legs and thigh* 

Passed the common in shape, or in color, or size, 

He was wont to consider an absolute prize. 

Giving up, in short, both business and sport, he 

Abandoned himself, tout entier, to philosophy. 

Mow as Lady Jane was tall and slim, 

And Lady Jane was fair. 
And a good many years the junior of him. 
There are some might be found entertaining a notion. 
That such an entire and exclusive devotion 
To that part of science, folks style entomology, 

Was a positive shame, 

And, to such a fair dame, 
Really demanded some sort of apology; 
Ever poking his nose into this, and to that — 
At a gnat, or a bat, or a cat, or a rat. 
At great ugly things, all legs and wings, 
With nasty long tails, armed with nasty long stings ; — 



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And eternally thinking, and blinking, and winking 
At grubs — when he ought of her to he thinking. 

But no ! ah no ! 'twas by no means so 

With the fair Lady Jane, 

Tout au contraire, no lady so fair, 
Was e'er known to wear more contented an air ; 
And — let who would call — every day she was there 
Propounding receipts for some delicate fare, 
Some toothsome conserve, of quince, apple or pear, 
Or distilling strong waters — or potting a hare — 
Or counting her spoons and her crockery ware ; 
Enough to make less gifted visitors stare. 

Nay more ; don't suppose 

With such doings as those 
This account of her merits must come to a close; 
No! — examine her conduct more closely, you'll find 
She by no means neglected improving her mind; 
For there all the while, with an air quite bewitching 
She sat herring-boning, tambouring, or stitching, 
Or having an eye to affairs of the kitchen. 

Close by her side. 

Sat her kinsman, MacBride — 
Captain Dugald MacBride, Royal Scots Fusiliers ; — - 
And I doubt if you'd find, in the whole of his clan, 
A more highly intelligent, worthy young man ; 

And there he'd be sitting. 

While she was a-knitting, 
Reading aloud, with a very grave look, 
Some very " wise saw," from some veiy good book — 

No matter who came, 

It was always the same. 
The Captain was reading aloud to the dame. 



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Till, from having gone through half the books on the shel^ 
They were abnost as wise as Sir Thomas himself. 

Well, it happened one day — 

I really can't say 
The particular month ; — but I thi7ik 't\vas in May, 
'Twas, I know, in the spring time, when •' Nature looks gay/ 
As the poet observes — and on tree-top and spray. 
The dear little dickey birds carol away, 
That the whole of the house was thrown into affright, 
For no soul could conceive what was gone with the Knight. 

It seems he had taken 

A light breakfast — ^bacon. 
An ^ggy a little broiled haddock — at most 
A round and a half of some hot buttered toast. 
With a slice of cold sirloin from yesterday's roast. 

But no matter for that — 

He had called for his hat, 
With the brim that I've said was so broad and so flat, 
And his " specs " with the tortoise shell rim, and his cane. 
Thus armed he set out on a ramble — a-lack! 

He set out, poor dear soul ! — ^but he never came back 1 

" First dinner bell" rang 

Out its euphonous clang 
At five — folks kept early hours then — and the "last " 
Ding-donged, as it ever was wont, at half-past. 
Still the master was absent — the cook came and said, he 
Feared dinner would spoil, having been so long read}-, 
That the puddings her ladyship thought such a treat 
He was morally sure, would be scare fit to eat ! 
Said the lady, " Dish up ! Let the meal be served straight, 
And let two or three slices be put on a plate, 



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And kept hot for Sir Thomas." — Captain Dugald said grace. 
Then set himself down in Sir Thomas's place. 

Wearily, wearily, all that night. 

Thai live-long night, did the hours go by ; 
And the Lady Jane, 
In grief and pain, 
She sat herself down to cry! 
And Captain MacBride, 
Who sat by her side, 
Though I really can't say that he actually cried, 

At least had a tear in his eye ! 
As much as can well be expected, perhaps^ 
From "very young fellows" for "very old chaps/' 
And if he had said 
What he'd got in the head, 
Twould have been " Poor old Buffer, he's certainlv deadf* 

The morrxing dawned — and the next — and the next, 
A.nd all in the mansion were still perplexed; 

No knocker fell. 

His approach to tell; 
Not so much as a runaway ring at the bell. 

Yet the sun shone bright upon tower and tree, 
And the meads smiled green as green may be. 
And the dear little dickey birds caroled with glee. 
And the lambs in the park skipped merry and free,-«- 
Without all was joy and harmony! 

And thus 'twill be — nor long the day — 
Ere we, like him, shall pass away! 
Yon sun that now our bosoms warms, 
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Yon grove, whose choir so sweetly cheers 
Us now, shall sound on other ears ; 
The joyous lambs, as now, shall play, 
But other eyes their sports survey ; 
The stream we loved shall roll as fair, 
The flowery sweets, the trim parterre, 
Shall scent, as now, the ambient air ; 
The tree whose bending branches bear 
The one loved name — shall yet be there — 
But where the hand that carved it ? Where ? 

These were hinted to me as the very ideas 
Which passed through the mind of the fair Lady Jane. 
As she walked on the esplanade to and again. 

With Captain MacBride, 

Of course at her side, 
Who could not look quite so forlom — though he tried. 
An " idea," in fact, had got into his head. 
That if " poor dear Sir Thomas " should really be dead. 
It might be no bad " spec" to be there in his stead, 
And by simply contriving, in due time, to wed 

A lady who was young and fair, 

A lady sHm and tall. 
To set himself down in com.fort there, 

The lord of Tapton Hall. 

Thinks he, " We have sent 

Half over Kent, 
And nobody knows how much money's been spent, 
Yet no one's been found to say which way he went .' 
Here's a fortnight and more has gone by, and we've t .ted 
Every plan we could hit on — and had him well cried 

* Missing ! ! Stolen or Stray ed^ 

I^st or Mislaid^ 



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A Gentleman ; — middle-aged, sober and staid ; 
Stoops slightly ; — and when he left home was arrayed 
In a sad colored suit, somewhat dingy and frayed ; 
Had spectacles on with a tortoise-shell rim, 
And a hat rather low crowned, and broad in the brim. 

Whoe'er shall bear. 

Or send him with care, 
(Right side uppermost) home ; or shall give notice v/here 
The middle-aged Gentleman is ; or shall state 
Any fact, that may tend to throw light on his fate, 
To the man at the turnpike, called Tappington Gate, 
Shall receive a reward of Five Pounds for his trouble 
N. B — If defunct, the Reward will be double ! 1 ' 

" Had he been above ground, 

He must have been found. 
No ; doubtless he's shot — or he's hanged — or he's drowned 

Then his widow — ay ! ay ! 

But what will folks say? 
To address her at once, at so early a day ! 
Well — what then — who cares ! — let 'em say what they may 

When a man has decided. 

As Captain MacBride did, 
And one fully made up his mind on the matter, he 
Can't be too prompt in unmasking his battery. 
He began on the instant, and vowed that her eyes 
Far exceeded in brilliance the stars in the skies ; 
That her lips were like roses, her cheeks were like iilies ■ 
Her breath had the odor of daffadowndillies ! — 
With a thousand more compliments, equally true, 
Expressed in similitudes equally new ! 

Then his left arm he placed 

Around her jimp, taper waist — 
Ere she fixed to repulse or return his embrace. 



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Up came running a man at a deuce of a pace, 

With that very pecular expression of face 

Which ahvays betokens dismay or disaster, 

Crying out — 'twas the gard'ner — '' Oh, ma'am we've found 

master ! ! " 
" Where ? where ? " screamed the lady ; and echo screamed, 
"Where?" 

The man couldn't say " there ! " 

He had no breath to spare, 
But gasping for breath he could only respond 
By pointing — he pointed, alas ! — to the pond. 
*Twas e'en so ; poor dear Knight, with his "specs" and his hat. 
He'd gone poking his nose into this and to that ; 
When close to the side of the bank, he espied 
An uncommon fine tadpole, remarkably fat ! 

He stooped; — and he thought her 

His own ; — he had caught her ! 
Got hold of her tail — and to land almost brought her, 
When — he plumped head and heels into fifteen feet water 1 

The Lady Jane was tall and slim, 

The Lady Jane was fair, 
Alas ! for Sir Thomas ! — she grieved for him. 
As she saw two serving men sturdy of limb, 

His body between them bear : 
She sobbed and she sighed, she lamented and cried, 

For of sorrow brimful was her cup ; 
She swooned, and I think she'd have fallen down and died, 

If Captain MacBride 

Hadn't been by her side 
With the gardener ; — they both their assistance supplied. 

And managed to hold her up. 
But when she ** comes to," 
Oh ! 'tis shocking to view 



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The sight which the corpse reveals • 

Sir Thomas' body, 

It looked so odd — he 
Was half eaten up by the eels ! 

His waitcoast and hose, 

And the rest of his clothes, 
Were all gnawed through and through ; 

And out of each shoe. 

An eel they drew ; 
And from each of his pockets they pulled out two. 
And the gardener himself had secreted a few, 

As well might be supposed he'd do, 
For, when he came running to give the alarm, 
He had six in the basket that hung on his arm. 

Good Father John was summoned anon ; 

Holy water was sprinkled and little bells tinkled. 

And tapers were lighted. 

And incense ignited. 
And masses were sung, and masses were said, 
All day, for the quiet repose of the dead. 
And all night no one thought about going to bed. 

But Lady Jane was tall and slim. 

And Lady Jane was fair. 
And ere morning came, that winsome dame 
Had made up her mind, or — what's much the same- 
Had thought about, once more ** changing her name," 

And she said with a pensive air, 
To Thompson the valet, while taking away, 
When supper was over, the cloth and the tray, 
** Eels a many I've ate ; but any 



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So good ne'er tasted before ! — 
. They're a fish, too, of which I'm remarkably fond — 
Go — ^pop Sir Thomas again in the pond — 

Poor dear ! — he'll catch us some more.'' 

Moral. 

All middle-aged gentlemen, let me advise, 

If you're married, and haven't got very good eyes, 

Don't go poking sbout after blue-bottle flies. 

If you've spectacles, don't have a tortoise-shell rim 

And don't go near the water — unless you can swim. 

Married ladies, especially such as are fair, 
Tall and slim, I would next recommend to beware, 
How, on losing one spouse, they give way to despair ; 
But let them reflect, there are fish, and no doubt on't. 
As good i?i the river, as ever came out on't. 

Richard Harris Barham, 



JIMMY BROWN'S SISTER'S WEDDING. 

SUE ought to have been married a long while ago. That's wha^ 
everybody says who knows her. She has been engaged to 
Mr. Travers for three years, and has had to refuse lots of offers 
to go to the circus with other young men. I have wanted her to get 
married, so that I could go and live with her and Mr. Travers. When 
I think that if it hadn't been for a mistake I made she would have 
been married yesterday, I find it dreadfully hard to be resigned. But 
we ought always to be resigned to everything when we can't help it. 

Before I go any further I must tell about my printing press. It 
oelonged to Tom McGinnis, but he got tired of it and sold it to me 
real cheap. He was going to exchange it for a bicycle, a St. Bernard 
dog, rnd twelve good books, but he finally let me have it for a dollar 
and 3 half 



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ft prints beautifully, and I have printed cards for ever so many people, 
ind made three dollars and seventy cents already. I thought it 
would be nice to be able to print circus bills in case Tom and I should 
ever have another circus, so I sent to the city and bought some type 
more than an inch high, and some beautiful yellow paper. 

Last week it was finally agreed that Sue and Mr. Travers should be 
married without waiting any longer. You should have seen what a 
state of mind she and mother were in. They did nothing but buy 
new clothes, and sew, and talk about the wedding all day long. Sue 
was determined to be married in church, and to have six bridemaids 
and six bridegrooms, and flowers and music and all sorts of things. 
The only thing that troubled her was making up her mind whom to 
invite. Mother wanted her to invite Mr. and Mrs. McFadden and 
the seven McFadden girls, but Sue said they had insulted her, and 
she couldn't bear the idea of asking the McFadden tribe. 

Everybody agreed that old Mr. Wilkinson, who once came to a 
party at our house with one boot and one slipper, couldn't be invited; 
but it was decided that every one else that was on good terms with 
our family should have an invitation. 

Sue counted up all the people she meant to invite, and there was 
nearly three hundred of them. You would hardly believe it, but she 
told me that I must carry around all the invitations and deliver them 
myself. Of course, I couldn't do this without neglecting my studies 
and losing time, which is always precious, so I thought of a plan 
which would save Sue the trouble of directing three hundred invita- 
tions and save me from wasting time in delivering them. 

I got to work with my printing-press, and printed a dozen splendid 
big bills about the wedding. When they were printed I cut a lot of 
small pictures of animals and ladies riding on horses out of some old 
circus bills and pasted them on the wedding bills. They were per- 
fectly gorgeous, and you could see them four or five rods off. When 
they were all done I made some paste in a tin pail, and went out after 
dark and pasted them in good places all over the village. 

The next afternoon father came into the house looking very stern. 



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and carrying one of the wedding bills in his hand. He handed it to 
Sue and said : " Susan, what does this mean ? These bills are posted 
all over the village, and there are crowds of people reading them." 
Sue read the bill, and then she gave an awful shriek, and fainted 
away, and I hurried down to the post-office to see if the mail had 
come in. This is what was on the wedding bills, and I am sure it was 
spelled all right : 

Miss Susan Brown announces that she will marr>' 

Mr. James Travers 

at the Church next Thursday, at half-past seven, sharp. 

All the Friendi. of the Family 

With the exception of 

the McFadden tribe and old Mr. Wilkinson 

are invited. 

Come early and bring 

Lots of Flowers. 

Now what was there to find fault with in that? It was printed beauti- 
fully, and every word was spelled right, with the exception of the 
name of the church, and I didn't put that in, because I wasn't quite 
sure how to spell it. The bill saved Sue all the trouble of sending 
out invitations, and it said everything that anybody would want to know 
about the wedding. Any other girl but Sue would have been pleas/*d, 
and would have thanked me for all my trouble, but she was as angry 
as if I had done something real bad. Mr. Travers was almost as 
angry as Sue, and it was the first time he was ever angry with me. 1 
am afraid now that he won't let me ever come and live with him. He 
hasn't said a word about my coming since the wedding bills were put 
up. As for the wedding, it has been put off, and Sue says she will go 
to New York to be married, for she would die if she were to have a 
wedding at home after that boy's dreadful conduct. What is worse, I 
am to be sent away to boarding-school, and all because I made a mis- 
take in printing the wedding bills without first asking Sue how she 
would like to have them printed. 



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YE OLDE TYME TAYLE OF Ye KNIGHTE, Ye YEOMANNE, 
AND Ye FAIRE DAMOSEL. 

[Th«'^is a fine example of the mock-heroic, and should be read in a roiUcking, 
grandiloquent manner. Pronounce the words as written.] 

Canto I. 

ONCE on a time there was a knight, 
Was called Sir Dominoes 
Johannes Houven-Gouven-Schnouvers 
San Domingo Mose — 
A warrior he of noble blood 

As e'er found fun in fight. 
Oh, when he put his armor on 
He was a fearsome sight ! 
Bound round with straps, and strips, and strings. 

With thingumbobs and pegs. 
With stove-lids buckled on his breast, 

And stove-pipes on his legs. 
An iron pot upon his head, 
A brazen horn to toot, 
A sword stuck up his burly back, 
A razor down his boot. 



He owned great castles, lands, and men, 

And gallant ships, and steeds, 
And twice as many golden coins 

As anybody needs. 
Ye knight he loved a farmer's lass : 

Alas ! she loved not him ; 
But doted on a yeo-man bold, 

By name Sam-u-el Slimme, 
Who ploughed, and sowed, and reaped, and binned. 

Who staunchly tilled ye dirt. 



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And wore a look of honesty, 
Likewise a flannel shirt. 

Strong was his arm ; warm was his heart ; 
Cold was his common-sense; 

But, otherwise, poor Sam-u-el 
Had not a dozen pence. 

Yet Albacinda scoffed and scorned 

Ye high and haughty knight : 
She did not like his iron clothes, 

Nor care to see him fight. 
His castle was too old and dark ; 

She scorned his gold as well — = 
Her father on Sir Mose did smile : 

She clung to Sam-u-el. 

Canto II. 

One morning in ye month of May, 

Amidst ye growing grain, 
ye rival lovers met, eftsoon, 

A-coming down ye lane. 
**Give way, vile caitiff!" cried Sir Mose, 

^* And let me journey on ; 
Or I will strew thy fragments up 

And down ye horizon ! " 

Then bold Sir Mose he drew his sword. 

Felt once its rusty edge, 
And slashed a slash at Sam-u-el 

That mowed ten yards of hedge. 
V faith ! It was a vicious blow 

And whistled in ye air ! 
But when it reached brave Sam-u-el, 

Sam-u-el was not there. 



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So fierce and fearful was ye stroke 

Sir What's-his-name arose, 
Turned three successive summersaults. 

And landed on his nose. 
His stove-plates drove him in ye mud 

Six inches by ye fall : 
Ve knight, so weightily got up. 

Could not get up at all. 

Sam-u-el did not haste away, 

For he had cut a stick 
Four times as long as his right arm. 

And e'en a'most as thick; 
Then, though ye knight was well dressed au 

Ye farmer dressed him down. 
He made ye knight so black and blue 

He was quite done up brown. 
^^Ye picked this bed," quoth Sam-u-el, 

" Methinks I'll let thee lie : 
Thy lying once will be grim truth. 

Sweet dreams, fair sir ! Good-by ! '' 
Yc knight, so sorely taken in. 

Would fain be taken out ; 
" I stick at this ! " in wrath he cried. 

And loud for help did shout. 

And eke he sware a mighty vow, 

"Great fishing-hooks, y' bet, 
By my best Sunday garter-strings, 

I'll beat ye plough-man yet !** 
His hair it stood straight up for rage , 

His lips were white with foam ; 
He sware to go that night and burn 

Sam-u-el's humble home. 



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Canto III. 

Above ye deep and danksome dell 

Beneath ye gloomy wood, 
Ye wind it howled a dismal strain, 

Ye knight he howled for blood ; 
But as he stole along, a bull 

Espied ye lantern dim, 
And whilst he hunted Sam-u-el, 

Ye bull it hunted him ! 
vVhen it flew in, ye light flew out ; 

Ye knight flew, with a cry ; 
His coat-tails they flew out behind ; 

His legs how they did fly ! 
Ye stove-pipes flew; ye stove-lids, too; 

His weapons went to pot; 
Sir Mose arose upon his toes : 

He just got up and got! 

With those great horns, three cloth-yards iong.^ 

A whistling in ye wind, 
So on ye knight sped, like some cur 

With a tm can behind. 
For e'en a'most two miles he fled; 

Nigh tuckered out was he, 
When out of danger's way he clomb 

Into an apple-tree, 
Whereon he hung a-shivering 

And shrieking at ye beast, 
Till Sam-u-el came out to work, 

When day dawned in ye east. 

Forsooth, Sam-u-el's rage waxed hot; 
Then loud he 'gan to laugh : 



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"To judge by tiiy companion, sir, 

Thou art a bawling calf — 
For men are known, I trow, sir, by 

Ye company they keep — 
Though only chickens roost in trees 

Whilst honest people sleep ! " 
Sir Mose yelled fiercely ; but, quite weak 

From hanging all ye night. 
He fell upon ye bull, which tossed 

Him clean up out of sight I 

Canto IV. 

Then up gat bold young Sam-u-el 

And galloped down ye lane, 
Unto his true-love's window-ledge, 

And tapped upon ye pane : 
•'Come forth, sweet-heart; my love thou arti 

Come forth and hie away ! 
Thou'lt married be, dear girl, to me. 

Before high noon this day. 
Sweet Albacinda, fly with me, 

And rule these vast concerns. 
Held safe in trust for bold Sir Mose I 

(If ever he returns !) " 

Now gallop, gallop, gallant horse I 

Now gallop with thy prize I 
And hurl ye clay in chuncks away 

As big as apple-pies ! 
Fly down ye road, around ye hill, 

Up to ye castle door ; 
Across ye trembling drawbridge fly 

Up to ye banquet floor! 
14— S. C 



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Quick, call ye gray-haired friar in 

From out his gloomy cell, 
To tie these two young true-loves tight ! 

Ring out, ye marriage bell ! 
Ring " jingle-jangle jangle jing ! " 

Ring *' fol-de-riddle-lay ! " 
Bold Sam-u-el has won his bride 

For ever and a day ! 
Go, bid ye foolish father 

To forget his angry pride, 
Accept his new-made son-in-law, 

And bless ye bonnie bride. 

Jack Benn^eti 



THE SOFT GUITAR. 

Scn> -s? : Moonlight. Beneath the lady's window appeareth the lover with guitar 

[lyocate the lady's window to the right. When she replies let her speak toward 

the left.] 







PEN thy lattice, O lady bright 1 

The earth lies calm in the fair moonlight; 
Gaze on the glint of each glancing star, 
And list to the notes of my soft guitar. 



At the lady's window a vision shone — 
'Twas the lady's head with a night-cap on. 

See ! at the casement appearing now, 
With lily fingers she hides her brow. 
Oh, weep not — though bitter thy sorrows are, 
I will soothe them to rest with my soft guitar. 

Then the lady answered, " Who's going to weep? 
Go 'way with your fiddle, and let me sleep." 



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Then sleep, dear lady ; thy fringed lids close, 
Pinions of cherubim fan thy repose, 
While through thy casement, slightly ajar, 
Steal the sweet notes of my soft guitar. 

Then the lady her " secret pain " confessed 
With the plaintive murmur, " Oh, give us a rest/* 

Chide me not harshly, O lady fair ! 
Bend from thy lattice and hear my prayer. 
Sighing for thee, I wander afar, 
Mournfully touching my soft guitar. 

And the lady answered : " You stupid thing, 
If you've got the catarrh, stop trying to sing ! * 

Cruel, but fair one, thy scorn restrain! 
Better death's quiet than thy disdain. 
I go to fall in some distant war. 
Bearing in battle my loved guitar. 

Answered the lady: "Well, hurry and go! 
I'm holding the slop-basin ready to throw.'* 

False one, I leave thee! When I'am at rest 
Still shall my memory haunt thy breast ; 
A spectral vision thy joy shall mar — 
A skeleton playing a soft guitar ! 

And the lady cried, in a scornful tone, 
"Old skeleton, go it — and play it alone I'^ 

Then the lover in agony roamed afar — 

Fell drunk in the gutter and smashed his gunar. 

P H POWNE. 



212 HUMOROUS READINGS. 

A RECEIPT FOR A RACKET. 

T yHAT does it take to make a racket ? 
j/SL Well, bless me, I certainly ought to know, 

For I have made them a score of times or so \ 
Here's the receipt — and I can't be wrong— 
For making them hot and sweet and strong ! 

What does it take to make a racket ? 

Two small boys in pants and jacket ; 

An empty room and a bare wood floor ; 

A couple of sticks to bang the door ; 

A chair or two to break and to swing ; 

A trumpet to blow and a bell to ring ; 

A stamp and a tramp like a great big man ; 

And, when you can get it, an old tin pan ; 

A flight of stairs for a climb and a tumble ; 

A nursery maid to growl and grumble ; 

A chorus of howl and cry and shriek 

To drown your voice if you try to speak ; 

A dozen good blows on knees and back, 

Each one coming down with a terrible whack; 

A couple of falls that would crack a nut, 

And one good bump on your occiput ; 

A rush and a scurry, a tear and a clatter, 

A mamma to cry " Now, what is the matter? " 

And take these, and shake these, and put in a packet, 

And you'll have just the joUiest kind of a racket! 

Of course, I am bound to confess 

You can manage to make i'; with less, 

(For this is a regular rich receipt. 

For pudding and sauce and all complete), 

And still have a very good show 
If you follow directions below : 



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You <can leave out the room and the floor, 

The bumps and the bangs on the door ; 

The bell and the sticks and the stairs ; 

The trumpets, the howls and the chairs ; 

The whack and the fall and the rise; 

The shrieks and the groans and the cries; 

Mamma and the pan and the tramp, 

The nurse and the growl and the stamp, — 

But one thing you must have, however you get it ; 

Or else, if you don't, you will surely regret it — 

For remember my words — if you happen to lack it 

You never can have the least bit of a racket — ■ 

And that is, two small boys in pants and in jacket! 



SHACOB'S LAMENT. 

OXCOOSE me if I shed some tears, 
Und wipe my nose away ; 
Und if a lump vos in my troat. 
It comes up dere to shtay. 

My sadness I shall now unfoldt, 

Und if dot tale of woe 
Don'd do some Dutchmans any good, 

Den I don't pelief I know. 

You see, I fall myself in love, 

Und efifery night I goes 
Across to Brooklyn by dot pridge, 

All dressed in Sunday clothes. 

A vidder vomans vos der brize. 

Her husband he vos dead ; 
Und all alone in this coldt vorldt 

Dot vidder vos, she said. 



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Her heart for love vos on der pine, 

Und dot I like to see ; 
Und all der time I hoped dot heart 

Vos on der pine for me. 

I keeps a butcher shop, you know, 
Und in a stocking stout, 

I put avay my gold and bills, 
Und no one gets him oudt. 

If in der night some bank cashier 
Goes skipping off mit cash, 

I shleep so sound as nefer vos, 
Vhile rich folks go to shmash< 

I court dot vidder sixteen months. 
Dot vidder she courts me, 

Und vhen I says : " Vill you be mine? 
She says : " You bet I'll be ! " 

Ve vos engaged — oh ! blessed fact ! 

I squeeze dot dimpled hand ; 
Her head upon my shoulder lays, 

Shust like a bag of sand. 

" Before der vedding day vos set," 
She vispers in mine ear, 

" I like to say I haf to use 

Some cash, my Jacob, dear. 

" I owns dis house and two big farms, 
Und ponds and railroad stock; 
Und up in Yonkers I bosses 
A grand big peesness block. 



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" Der times vos dull, my butcher boy, 
Der market vos no good, 
Und if I sell " — I squeezed her handt 
To show I understood. 

Next day — oxcoose my briny tears — > 

Dot shtocking took a shrink ; 
I counted out twelve hundred in 

Der cleanest kind o' chink. 

Und later, by two days or more, 

Dot vidder shlopes avay ; 
Und leaves a note behindt for me 

In vhich dot vidder say : 

^*Dear Shake: 

Der rose vos redt, 

Der violet blue — 
You see I've left, 

Und you're left, too ! " 



BE BRAVE. 

T XHEN sudden cry shall rend the air, 

\^ That hardest heart would move. 

Be ready then to rush to her. 

Your gallantry to prove, 

When her eyes dilate with horror. 

And her cheek doth pale with fear, 
And you think that some torpedo 

Has exploded very near, 
Do not send for some quack doctor, 
Nor for a vinaigrette, 



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But seize some deadly weapon — 

The nearest you can get, 
And fiercely let it fly, 

Exclaiming, "There, thou monster! 
Tis now thy fate to die!" 

When her tones so very grateful 
Will repay you for your care, 

As she murmurs, " You are very brave, 
i really must declare ! " 

And when her friends have gathered round. 
Join not in their reproach, 

As they in dire amazement find 

Twas a terrible cock roach. 

May Cooper. 



HE TRIED TO TELL HIS WIFE. 

IF there is one thing more than another calculated to throw a nian 
into a gnashing-of-the teeth and tearing-of-the hair condition, it is 
his attempt to give the wife of his bosom an account of some 
ordinary affair. He begins with : 

Oh, my dear, I must tell you something Jack Burroughs told me 

to-day while 

Where did you see Jack Burroughs ? answered the wife. 

Oh, we went to luncheon together, and 

How did you happen to go to luncheon together ? 

Well, we didn't exactly go out together. I met Jack at the 

restaurant, and 

What restaurant? 
Calloway's, and Jack 



How did you happen to go to Calloway's ? I thought you always 
lunched at Draper's ? 

I nearly always do, but I just happened to drop into Calloway's 
to-da)', along with Jack, and 



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Does he always lunch at Calloway's ? 

I'm sure, my dear, that I don't know if he does or not. It makei; 
no earthly difference if 

Oh, of course not. I just wondered if he did, that*s all. Go on 
with your story. 

Well, while we were eating our soup, Jack 

What kind of soup ? 

Oxtail. Jack said that 

I thought you disliked oxtail soup ? 

Well, I don't care much about it, but 

How did you happen to order it if you didn't care for it ? 

Because I did. But the soup has nothing to do with the story. 

Oh, of course not. I never said that it did. I don't see why you 
should get cross over a simple question. Go on. 

Well, while we were eating our soup, Lawrence Hildreth and his 
wife came in, and 

They did? 

I have just said so. 

Well, you needn't be so cross about it. 

They came in, and 

Is she pretty ? 

Pretty enough. Jack bowed, and 

Does he know them ? 

Well, now, do you suppose he would have bowed if he hadn't 
known them ? I declare if I 

How was she dressed? 

How should I know? I never looked at her dress. What I was 
jjoing to tell you was that 

Did they sit near you ? 

Yes, at the next table. And while they were ordering Jack said 
that they 

Couldn't they hear him ? 

Do you suppose that Jack would have no more sense than to let 
them hear him talking about them ? Look here, now 



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James, if you can't tell a simple little incident without getting inta 
a passion, you'd better keep it to yourself. What did Jack say ? 

He said that Mrs. Hildreth's father was opposed to the maxch^ 
and 

How did he know that ? 

Great Caesar ! There you go again ! 

James, you will please remember that it is your wife to whom you 
are speaking, sir ! 

No other woman could drive me raving, distracted, crazy, asking 
silly questions about 

James ! 

Every time I try to tell you anything you begin, and you 

James I do not propose listening to any such insulting remarks^ 
and 

You never listen to anything. That's the trouble. If 

When I ask you a simple question you 

I'd say " simple ! " You've asked me a million simple questions in 
the last hair hour, just because I was going to tell you that Jack Bur- 
roughs said that 

I do not wish to know what Mr. Jack Burroughs said, if you can- 
not tell it respectfully. I shall have my dinner sent to my room, since 
it is so painful for you to eat with an idiot ! 

And the much-injured wife retires scornfully, while her husband 
narrowly escapes an attack of apoplexy. 



"B 



A RUSSIAN COURTSHIP. 

E mine," said the ardent young Sawmilegoff, 
In a voice with emotion quite husky. 
My fondest devotion, oh, please do not scoff, 
Katina Pojakaroulski!" 



" Techernyschevsky, my friend," the shy maiden replied, 
" Your people are noble and rich. 



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Would a Golgusoff's granddaughter be a fit bride 
For a nephew of Maximovitch?" 

I care not a kopeck!" he said. " In my droshky 

I have you safe now, and I laugh 
At the wealth of a Klitkin or Overhauloshki, 

Gojavnik, or Pullertedoff 

You are worth more to me than the gold of Slugmiski, 

Brakemupski, or Sumarakoff! 
Katina Pojakaroulski, it's risky, 

But I'm going to carry you off! " 

And this is the way young Sawmilegoff 

Put an end to all further discussion, 
*Twas a simpler proceeding to carry her off 

Than to go on courting in Russian. 



PAT'5 LOVE LETTER. 

IT'S Patrick Dolin, myself and no other, 
That's after informin' you without any bother. 
That your own darlin' self has put me heart in a blaze 
And made me your sweetheart the rest of me days. 
And now I sits down to write ye this letter, 
To tel! how I loves ye, as none can love better. 
Mony's the day, sure, since first I got smitten 
Wid yer own purty face, that's bright as a kitten's, 
And yer illegant figger, that's just the right size; 
Fciith! I'm all over in love wid ye, clear up till me eyes. 
You won't think me desavin', or telHn* a lie, 
If I tell who's in love wid me, just ready to die. 
There's Bridget McCregan, full of coketish tricks, 



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Keeps flatterin' me pride, to get me heart in a fix ; 

And Bridget, you know, has great expectations 

From her father that's dead, and lots of relations. 

Then there's Biddy O'Farrel, the cunningest elf, 

Sings "Patrick, me darlin'," and that means meself. 

I might marry them both, if I felt so inclined, 

But there's no use talking of the likes of their kind. 

I trates them both alike, without impartiality. 

And maintains meself sure on the ground of neutrality. 

On me knees, Helen, darlint, I ask your consent 

"For better or worse." without asking a cent. 
I'd do anything in the world — anything you would say. 
If } ou'd be Mistress Dohn instead of Miss Day. 
I'd save all me money and buy me a house, 
Where nothing should tease us so much as mouse ; 
And you'll hear nothing else from year out to year in, 
But swate words of kindness from Patrick Dolin. 
Then — if ye should die — forgive me the thought, 
I'd always behave as a dacent man ought. 
I'd spend all me days in wailing and crying 
And wish for nothin' so much as jist to be dying. 
Then you'd see on marble slabs, reared up side by side, 

" Here lies Patrick Dolin, and Helen, his bride." 
Yer indulgence, in conclusion, on me letter I ask, 
For to write a love letter is no aisy task ; 
I've an impediment in me speech, as me letter shows. 
And a cold in me head makes me write through me nose= 
Please write me a letter, in me great-uncle's care, 
With the prescription upon it, "Patrick Dolin, Esquare." 

" In haste," write in big letters, on the outside of the cover. 
And believe me forever, your distractionate lover. 
Written wid me own hand. 

Patrick X Dolin 

xuark. 



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MY NEIGHBOR'S CALL. 



I 



DON'T want to compel you 

To let your baking go, 
But I came in to tell you 

Some things you ought to know t 



It won't take long; no doubt you 

Will think it can't be so, 
But folks all talk about you ! 

I've come to let you know. 

Now there's your next door neighbor- 
Don't say I told you, though ! 

She says its no great labor 
To find out all you know ! 

You see you're too confiding ; 

You don't know friend from foa 
I'll set you right, providing 

You think you ought to know 

You've heard of Mrs. Grundy? 

She thinks it looks quite low 
For you to drive out Sunday. 

I'm sure you ought to know : 

Your class don't like their teacher. 

I knew it long ago! 
They all prefer Miss Preacher — 

Thought you might hke to know< 

You must change your dressmakerf 

You make a sorry show 
I'rimmtd up Hke sorje old Quaker! 

I s'pose you didn't know. 



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But then I've heard it hinted 

You don't pay what you owe; 
I suppose your means are stinted. 

Of course you ought to know. 

Though you may not concede it, 

Your baby doesn't grow ! 
They say you don't half feed it— 

But then you ought to know. 

I saw your husband last night 

With Mrs. So and So ; 
Of course it may be all right. 

But I should want to know. 

I think this bread will sour. 

You don't half mix your dough ; 

I mould mine just an hour — 
It's strange you shouldn't know ! 

You need me to propel you ! 

This clock's a little slow — 
I'll drop in soon and tell you 

More things you ought to know! 

Georgia A. Peck 

A WOMAN'S WATCH. 

OH, I am a woman's watch, am 1, 
But I would that I were not ; 
For if you knew, you would not deny 
That mine is a sorry lot. 
She'll let me rest for a great long while. 

Then all of a sudden seek 
To twist me up so tight that I'll 
Keep going for a week. 



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She leaves me open when she will, 

Till I'm sick of dirt and things ; 
Of pins and hair I have got my fill, 

And of buttons, hooks and strings. 
There's a four-leaf clover in me, too, 

And a piece of a photograph ; 
I'm stuffed completely through and through 

With toothpicks, cloves and chaff. 

My hands are twisted to and fro, 

I'm thumped and jarred, alack ! 
And then, if I fail to straightway go, 

I'm pounded front and back. 
With her hat-pin all my wheels she'll pry^ 

Till she breaks them, every one, 
And then she'll say : " I don't see why 

This mean old thing won't run ! " 



AN INCOMPLETE REVELATION. 

[The figures refer to the corresponding numbers in Pari I. j 

r XHILE Quaker folks were Quakers still, some fifty years ago, 
j/\^ When coats were drab and gowns were plain and speech was 

staid and slow, 
Before Dame Fashion dared suggest a single friz or curl. 
There dwelt, mid Penfield's^ peaceful shades, an old-time Quaker girl 

Ruth Wilson's garb was of her sect. Devoid* of furbelows, 
She spoke rebuke^* to vanity from bonnet to her toes ; 
Sweet redbird was she, all disguised in feathers of the dove, 
With dainty foot and perfect form and eyes that dreamt of love. 

Sylvanus Moore, a bachelor of forty years or so, 

\ quaintly pious, weazened soul, with beard and hair of tow 



224 HUMOROUS READINGS. 

And queer thin legs, and shuffling walk and drawling, nasal tone, 
Was prompted by the Spirit to make^this maid his own. 

He knew it was the Spirit, for he felt it in his breast 
As oft before in meeting-time, and, sure of his request, 
Procured the permit in due form. On Fourth-day of that week 
He let Ruth know the message true that he was moved to speak. 

"Ruth, it has been revealed^ to me that thee and I shall wed, 

I have spoken to the meeting and the members all have said 

That our union seems a righteous one\ which they will not gainsay, 

So if convenient to thy view, I'll wed thee^ next Third-day." 

The cool possession of herself by Friend Sylvanus Moore 

Aroused her hot ^* resentment, which by effort she forbore — 

She knew he was a goodly man, of simple, childlike mind — 

And checked the word ''Impertinence!" and answered him in kind: 

" Sylvanus Moore, do thee go home^^ and wait until I see 
The fact that I must be thy wife revealed unto mey 
And thus she left him there alone, at will to ^- ruminate — 
Sore puzzled ^^ at the mysteries of love, free-will, and fate, 

Richard A. Jackson. 

WHEN SAM*WEL LED THE SINQIN'. 

OF course I love the house o' God, 
But I don't feel to hum there 
The way I uster do, afore 

New-fangled ways had come there. 
Though things are finer now a heap. 

My heart it keeps a-clingin' 
To our big, bare old meetin'-house, 
Where Sam'wel led the singin'. 



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I 'low it's sorter solemn-like 

To hear the organ pealin'; 
It kinder makes yer blood run cold, 

An' fills ye full o' feeling. 
But, somehow, it don't tech the spot — 

Now, mind ye, I ain't slingin' 
No slurs — ez that bass viol did 

When Sam'wel led the singin'. 

I tell ye what, when he struck up 

The tune, an' sister Hanner 
Put in her purty treble — eh ? 

That what you'd call sopranner — 
Why, all the choir, with might an' main, 

Set to, an' seemed a-flingin' 
Their hull souls out with ev'ry note, 

When Sam'wel led the singin'. 

An', land alive, the way they'd race 

Through grand old " Coronation!" 
Each voice a chasin' t'other round, 

It jes' beat all creation! 
I alius thought it must 'a' set 

The bells o' heaven a ringin' 
To hear us " Crown Him Lord of All," 

When Sam'wel led the singin'. 

Folks didn't sing for money then ! 

They sung because 'twas in 'em 
An' must come out. I useter feel — 

If Parson couldn't win 'em 
With preachin' an' with prayin' an* 

His everlastin' dingin' — 

That choir'd fetch sinners to the fold, 

When Sam'wel led the singin'. 
-S. C. 



226 HUMOROUS READINGS. 

OBSERVATIONS BY REV. GABE TUCKER. 

YOU may notch it on de palin's as a mighty resky plan 
To make your judgment by the clo'es dat kivers up a 
man; 
For I hardly needs to tell you how you often come ercross 
A fifty-dollar saddle on a twenty-dollar hoss. 
An', walkin' in de low groun's, you diskiver, as you go, 
Dat the fines* shuck may hide de meanes' nubbin in a row [ 
I think a man has got a mighty slender chance for heben 
Dat holds on to his piety but one day out o' seben ; 
Dat talks about de sinners wid a heap o' solemn chat, 
An' nebber draps a nickel in de missionary hat ; 
Dat's foremost in the meetin' house for raisin all de chunes, 
But lays aside his 'ligion wid his Sunday pantaloons I 

J. A. Macon 



MR. EISSELDORF AND THE WATER PIPE. 

H 



. I I ' ANS, dot vater pipe giffs no vater alretty, und you vos petter 
sent oop dot blumber to vix id vonce more." 
This remark was addressed to a highly respected German 
dtizen as he sat in front of his cosy grate. He received the announce- 
ment with evident disfavor. 

" Vot ! Dot vater pipe again! I vas shoost congratulatin' meinseli 
dot de ice vagon comes no more, und dot new hat vos paid for, und 
dot Christmas vas a long vays ahead — und now von off dose blum- 
bers 1 Mein gracious, Gretchen ! I got no money for blumbers. 
i vixes id myself." " Joe 1 " addressing his ten-year-old son, " vere va? 
dot leak ? " 

Then Joe proceeded to explain that the leak was under the house, 
K^here the stout frame of his worthy ancestor could hardly go. 

"Neffer mind, neffer mind. You gets me some bipe und a monkey 
wrench, und I save dot blumber's bill. 

So the nsxt day Joe got the wve and the monkey wrench, and his 



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father, having divested himself of all surplus garments, entered the hole, 
pulling the pipe after him. It was a tight squeeze, and after laying on 
his back to convenience his position, he proceeded to discover the leak. 
Very little water was now coming from it, as he had taken the precaution 
to turn off the tap. He hadn't turned it quite tight enough and yelled : 
"Turn off de vater." 

"All righdt, fader," replied Joe. 

Joe didn't know his right hand from his left, nor the philosophy of 
screws, and turned it on. 

The old gentleman's mouth was under the leak. He was wedged 
in. He sputtered and swore and swore and sputtered, but his wild 
yells to Joe were muffled by the sound of deluging water and Joe was 
intent on a dog-fight across the way, as he sat on an empty nail keg 
and chewed gum. 

He looked over his shoulder and saw the old man with a shining 
red face, mud-bespattered, angrily creeping from the hole. His clothes 
clung limply to him and trickling streams meandered down his n'^ck, 

Joe apprehended danger and dashed away at a pace that left his 
corpulent father far in the rear. As the boy sped out of sight Mr. 
Eisseldorf gathered himself with a supreme eff(?*"t and hurled the 
monkey-wrench at the fleeing form, crying : 

" Mine cracious, do you dink I vas a duck ? " 



THE WATERMILLION. 

THERE was a watermillion 
Growing on a vine. 
And there were a pickanniny 
A-watching it all the time. 

And when that watermillion 
Were a-ripening in the sun. 

And the stripes along its jacket 
Were coming one Sv o^*^. 



228 HUMOROUS READINGS. 

That pickaninny hooked it, 
And toting it away. 

He ate that entire million 
Within one single day. 

He ate the rind and pieces, 
He finished it with vim — = 

And then that watermillion 
Just up and finished him. 



AN ALL=ROUND INTELLECTUAL MAN. 



H 



E was up in mathematics. 
Had a taste for hydrostatics, 
And could talk about astronomy from Aristarchus down ; 
He could tell what kind of beans 
Were devoured by the Chaldeans, 
And he knew the date of every joke made by a circus clown. 

He was versed in evolution, 

And would instance the poor Russian 
/Is a type of despotism in the modem age of man. 

He could write a page of matter 

On the different kinds of batter 
Used in making flinty gimcracks on the modern cooking plan. 

He could revel in statistics. 

He was well up in the fi sties. 
Knew the pedigree of horses dating 'way back from the ark. 

Far and wide his tips were quoted, 

And his base-ball stuff was noted. 
jkii political predictions he would always hit the mat-V 



HUMOROUS READINGS. 229 

He could write upon the tariff. 

And he didn't seem to care if 
He was called off to review a book or write a poem or two : 

He could boil down stuff and edit, 

Knew the value of a credit, 
And could hustle with the telegraph in a style excelled by few. 

He could tell just how a fire 

Should be handled ; as a liar 
He was sure to exercise a wise, discriminative taste. 

He was mild and yet undaunted, 

And no matter what was wanted 
He was always sure to get it first, yet never was in haste. 

But despite his reputation 

As a brainy aggregation. 
He was known to be deficient in a manner to provoke. 

For no matter when you met him 

He would borrow if you let him. 
And he seemed to have the faculty of always being broke. 

Tom Masson. 



B 



WAKIN' THE YOUNG UNS. 

SCi^NE. — ^The old man from the foot of the stairs, 5 A. M. 

EE-ULL ! Bee-ull ! O Bee-ull ! my gracious, 
Air you still sleepin' ? 
Th' hour hand's creepin' 
Nearder five. 
(War blast it ef this ain't vexatious ! ) 
Don't ye hyar them cattle callin' ? 
An' th' ole red steer a-bawlin'? 
Come, look alive ! 
Git up! Git up! 



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Mar'ann ! Mar'ann ! (Jist hyar her snorin* !) 
Mar'ann ! it's behoovin' 
Thet you be a-movin' ! 
Brisk, I say! 
Hyar the kitchen stove a-roarin' ? 
The kittle's a-spilin' 
To git hisse'f bilin*. 
It's comin* day. 
Git up ! Git up ! 

Julc, O Jule ! Now whut is ailin* ? 
You want ter rest ? 
War I'll be blest! 

S'pose them cows 
*L1 give down 'ithout you pailin' ? 
You mus' be goin' crazy; 
Er, more like, gittin lazy. 
Come, now, rouse ! 
Git up ! Git up ! 

Jake, you lazy varmint ! Jake ! Hey, Jake . 
What you layin' theer fer ? 
You know the stock's ter keer fer ; 
So, hop out ! 
(Thet boy is wusser'n a rock ter wake !) 
Don't stop to shiver. 
But jist unkiver. 
An' pop out ! 

Git up ! Git up ! 

Young uns ! Bee-uU ! Jake ! Mar'ann ! Jule I 
(Wal blast my orn'ry skin ! 
They've gone ter sleep agin, 
Fer all my tellin' !) 



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See hyar, I hain't no tune ter fool' 
It's the las' warnin' 
I'll give this mornin'. 
I'm done yellin'! 
Git up ! Git up ! 

Wal* whut's th' odds — an hour, more or less ? 
B'lieve it makes 'em stronger 
Ter sleep a leetle longer 
Thar in bed. 
The times is comin' fas' enough, I guess, 
When I'll wish, an' wish 'ith weepin'. 
They was back up yender sleepin', 
Overhead, 
Ter git up, 

John Boss, 

NAMING THE CHICKENS. 

THERE were two little chickens hatched out by one hen, 
And the owner of both was our little boy Ben ; 
So he set him to work as soon as they came, 
To make them a house and find them a name. 

As for building a house, Benny knew very well 
That he couldn't do that ; but his big brother Phil 
Must be handy at tools, for he'd been to college, 
Where boys are supposed to learn all sorts of knowledge 

Phil was very good-natured, and soon his small brother 
Had a nice cozy home for his chicks and their mother ; 
And a happier boy in the country just then 
Could not have been found than our dear little Ben. 

But a name for his pets it was harder to find ; 
At least, such as suited exactly his mind ; 



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No mother of twins was ever more haunted 
With trouble to find just the ones that she wanted. 

There were plenty of names, no doubt about that ; 
But a name that would do for a dog or a cat 
Would not answer for chickens so pretty as these ; 
Or else our dear boy was not easy to please. 

These two tiny chickens looked just like each other ; 
To name them so young would be only a bother ; 
But with one in each hand, said queer little Ben : 
** I want ^Ms one a rooster and that one a hen^* 

Benny knew them apart by a little brown spot 

On the head of the one that the other had not 

They grew up like magic, each fat, feathered chick. 

One at length was named Peggy and the other named Dick 

But a funny thing happened concerning their names ; 
Rushing into the house one day, Benny exclaims : 
** O mother ! O Phil ! such a blunder there*s been, 
For Peggy's the rooster and Dick is the henT* 

Mrs. L. B. Baom 



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NEEDLES AND PINS. 

HEN will you marry me, my bonnie maid?" 

" Can we not wait ? " said she — 
*You know that I love you, but dear, I'm afraid 

You soon will get weary of me." 
Then he vowed and swore to love and adore. 

He prayed on his bended knee. 
He said with a sigh *' If I wait I shall die ! "-^ 

He was a man, you see. 
Sugar and cream, sugar and cream, f 

¥i/hen we are married 'twill be a sweet dream* \ r^^^ 



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Buc the sugar and cream they passed like a dream, 

Alas ! they could never agree. 
She said, "Let us part, you've broken my heart!" 

"I think it is best," said he — 
^' When I'm gone you will miss me a thousand times o'er i " 

" Oh no ! not a whit ! " said he — 
Then away she went stamping and slamminr the door — 

.She was a woman, you see. 
Needles and pins ! Needles and pins ! 1 r> • 

When a man's married, his trouble begins f J 

Five minutes, precisely five minutes had passed. 
She opened the door with a sigh, 
"Since we have settled to part," she said — 

" I wanted to say good-by ! " 
"We never shall meet any more," she wept — 
"Alone we must live and die." 
Then he opened his arms and in them she crept, 

And that's how they said good-by. 
Let the bells ring ! Let the bells ring ! 1 

Man without woman is but a poor thing ! ^ epe , 



TOO PROGRESSIVE FOR KIM. 

I AM somethin' of a vet'ran, just a-turnin' eighty year, — 
A man that's hale and hearty an' a stranger tew all fear; 
But I've heard some news this mornin' that has made my oic! 
head spin, 
A.n' I'm goin' tew ease my conshuns if I never speak ag'in. 

I've lived my fourscore years of life, an' never till tew-day 

Wuz I taken for a jackass or an ign'rant kind o' jay. 

Tew be stuffed with such durned nonsense 'about them crawling bugs 

and worms 
That's killin' human bein's with their " mikroscopic germi." 



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They say there's " mikrobes " all about a-lookin' for their prey; 
There's nothin' pure to eat nor drink, an' no safe place to stay ; 
There's ** miasmy " in the dewfall an' ** malary " in the sun ; 
Tain't safe to be outdoors at noon or when the day is done. 

There's "bactery" in the water an' "trikeeny" in the meat, 
** Ameeby " in the atmosphere, " calory " in the heat ; 
There's " corpussels" an' '' pigments " in a human bein's blood. 
An' every other kind o' thing existin' sence the flood. 

Terbacker's full o' " nickerteen," whatever that may be; 

An' your mouth'U all get puckered with the " tannin " in the tea ; 

The butter's ** olymargareen " — it never saw a cow ; 

An' things is gittin* wus an' wus from what they be just now. 

Them bugs is all about us, just a-waitin' fer a chance 

Tew navigate our vitals an' tew naw us off like plants. 

There's men that spends a lifetime huntin' worms just like a goose. 

An' tackin' Latin names to 'em an' lettin' on 'em loose. 

Now, I don't beheve sech nonsense, an' I'm not a goin' tew try. 
If things has come tew such a pass, I'm satisfied tew die ; 
I'll go hang me in the sullar, fer I won't be such a fool 
As to wait until I'm pizened by a " annymallycool." 

LuRANA W. Sheldon, 



THE LOW=BACK CAR. 

r "THEN first I saw Peggy, 
^y^ 'Twas on a market day : 

A low-backed car she drove, and sat 

Upon a truss of hay ; 
But when that hay was blooming grass. 

And decked with flowers of spring, 
No flower was there that could compare 
With the blooming girl I sing. 



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As she sat in the low-backed car. 
The man at the turnpike bar 

Never asked for the toll, 

But just rubbed his owld poll, 
And looked after the low-backed car. 



In battle's wild commotion. 

The proud and mighty Mars 
With hostile scythes demands his tithes 

Of death in warlike cars ; 
While Peggy, peaceful goddess. 

Has darts in her bright eye. 
That knock men down in the market town 

As right and left they fly ; 
While she sits in her low-backed car, 
Than battle more dangerous far — 
For the doctor's art 
Cannot cure the heart 
That is hit from that low-backed car. 

Sweet Peggy round her car, sir. 

Has strings of ducks and geese, 
But the scores of hearts she slaughters 

By far outnumber these ; 
While she among her poultry sits, 

Just like a turtle dove. 
Well worth the cage, I do engage. 

Of the blooming god of love ! 
While she sits in her low-backed car. 
The lovers come near and far, 
And envy the chicken 
That Peggy is pickin* 
As she sits in her low-backed car. 



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O, I'd rather own that car, sir, 

With Peggy by my side, 
Than a coach and four, and gold galore, 

And a lady for my bride ; 
For the lady would sit forninst me. 
On a cushion made with taste — 
While Peggy would sit beside me. 
With my arm around her waist, 
While we drove in the low-backed car. 
To be married by Father Mahar ; 
O, my heart would beat high 
At her glance and her sigh — 
Though it beat in a low-backed car ! 

Samuel Lover. 

THE OLD FISHERMAN. 

HE was old and weather-beaten, and his clothes were the same, 
but there was an expression of supreme content upon his tanned 
face as he sat on the edge of the wharf yesterday afternoon and 

let his legs dangle down, Li his mouth was a pipe that had been new 

and sweet in the dear, dead long ago, and in his right hand he held 

one end of a fish-line. The other end was held down upon the bottom 

of the river, a long distance from the shore. 

"Any luck, captain ? " asked a young man who was strolling by. 

It is considered the proper thing to call every man along the river who 

is old and weather beaten "captain." 

" Nop«e — ^they an't a-bitin' much to-day." 

" They don't bite much anyway these days, do they ? '* 

"Nope — not like they useter. 'Tuseter be so't I could come Qown 

here an' catch a basketful in mebbe an hour or so." 
"That was quite long ago, wasn't it?" 
" Yep, quite a spell ago. I 'member one time — hello ! " 
The old man had given his line a vicious jerk and was now ill 

excitement. 



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** Got a bite, captain ? " 

"Yep, an' he's a whopper, too. I ain't quite sure whether I've 
hooked him. Yep, there he is. I feel him a-wigglin* ^n the line. 
He's a great, big, striped bass." 

All this was said in a sort of stage whisper. 

** How do you know what kind of a fish it is ? '* 

** How do I know? " repeated the old man, as he began slowly and 
deliberately to haul in his line, and he threw supreme pity for the 
ignorance implied by the question into his voice. " How do I know ? 
Why, young man, I can tell jes' what kind of a fish 'tis by the way he 
bites. Now, there's an eel; he kind o* makes little bits o' pecks atyer 
line, an* then he takes holt an' swims away with yer line sort o* easy 
like. Then there's the sucker ; he jes' sucks yer bait, an' ye can't 
hardly feel him pull. An' then there's the yellow perch ; he takes holt 
right away and swims away like a streak." 

"And how does the striped bass bite?" interrupted the young man. 

" Oh, he monkeys around a whole lot, and then he takes hold all of 
a sudden and swims away down stream. I knowed right away when 
this fellow took holt he was a striped bass. I never make no mistake. 
I " 

Just then the old man's catch came to the surface. It was an old 
boot. 



KITTENS AND BABIES. 

THERE were two kittens, a black and a gray. 
And grandmamma said, with a frown, 
" It never will do to keep them both, 
The black one we'd better drowiu** 

*' Don't cry, my dear," to tiny Bess, 
" One kitten's enough to keep ; 
Now run to nurse, for 'tis growing late. 
And time you were f^ist asleep." 



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The morrow dawned, and rosy and sweet 
Came little Bess from her nap. 
^ The nurse said, " Go into mamma's room 

And look in grandma's lap." 

^ Come here," said grandma, with a smile, 
From the rocking-chair where she sat. 

-* God has sent you two little sisters ; 
Now! What do you think of that?" 

Bess looked at the babies a moment. 

With their wee heads, yellow and brov/n. 
And then to grandma, soberly said, 
" Which one are you going to drown ? " 



A SIMILAR CASE. 

"T yELL, Jack! Hear you've gone and done it- 
j^ Yes, I know most fellows will. 

Went and tried it once myself, sir. 
Though, you see, I'm single still. 
And you met her, did you — tell me — 

Down at Newport, last July, 
And resolved to ask the question 
At a soiree! So did I. 

I suppose you left the ball room 

With its music and its light — 
For they say love's flame is brightest 

In the darkness of the night. 
Well, you walked along together, 

Overhead the starlit sky, 
And I'll bet, old man, confess it! 

You were frightened. So v/as I. 



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Then you strolled along the terrace, 

Saw the summer moonlight pour 
All its radiance on the waters 

As they rippled on the shore. 
Till at length you gathered courage, 

When you saw that none were nigh^ 
And you drew her close and told her 

That you loved her. So did I. 

Well, I needn't ask you further. 

And I'm sure I wish you joy. 
Think I'll wander down to see you 

When your married. Eh ! my boy? 
When the honeymoon is over. 

And you're settled down, we'll try — 
What ! The deuce you say — rejected ? 

You rejected ? So was 1/ 



A FLY'S COGITATIONS. 

I WONDER what this man is doing? I'll just light on his bal 
head and see what is going on in his thinkery. What ! Now , 
I wonder what he slapped his pate so savagely for ? Why, the 
man must be crazy. I went away just as quick as I saw him raise 
his hand. Really, he could not complain of that. Maybe he thought 
I was intruding ; but, if so, he cannot say but that I lit out at his first 
hint. But he seems quiet enough now. Maybe his scalp itched or 
something, and his move had no reference to my being on it, so I 
guess I will try it again. What a nice old bald head this is, to be 
sure, only it's its a trifle slippery. It would make a first-rate skating- 
rink ; guess I will try it. Whew! Why, the man hit his head again. 
Funny way he has with him; and, if I hadn't got out of the way 
just as I did, goodness only knows what might have happened to me. 
He struck real hard, and if he had hit me, there is no knowing, but 
that he might have hurt me. But, maybe he hadn't any idea c^ hit- 



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ting me. I guess I'll just light on his nose and see what the matterif 
with him. What ! Why he seems to be an awfully sensitive sort d 
a man, or else he has got a dreadful temper. Why, he actually hit 
his own nose a slap just because I crawled around on it a bit. Oueef 
sort of a chap, anyway. Wonder if he thinks a fly has no rights in 
this world. 

Now, I will try him in the ear. Ah ! I have got him now ! Good 
gracious ! he came within an ace of hitting me that time. Wonder 
what he means, anyhow? I should think he was mad about some- 
thing. I'll try his other ear and see how he likes that. Ah ! he 
don't seem to mind this one so much. Ah ! by Jingoes, he must 
have hurt himself that time with that bat on the ear. But it's his ear, 
not mine, so what should I care ? 

I think I'll fly around the room! See him flop and fling his arms 
around as though the air was full of flying demons. Funny, isn't it? 
He don't see me up here, but he is looking wildly around as though 
he wanted to fight somebody. Oh! I'll just try his tempera bit 
further; I'll get on where his hair is short behind. Ah! I'll fool 
around here in this stubble awhile. Now he flops his handkerchief, 
but I don't care for that. I can get away from a demonstration of 
that kind every time. 

Now I have got him on the ear again, and once more he paws the 
air in the immediate vicinity, but I am out of harm's way, ha I ha 1 
Now he is red in the face ; yes, he looks hke a boiled lobster, and 
again he is dancing around the room and swearing like a trooper ! 
Now he has quieted down a trifle and has resumed writing again 1 
Ah ! he smiles ! Must be he has got on to an idea. I wonder w^hat 
it is ? I'll just take a quiet walk over that thinkery again, and maybe 
I can catch on to what it is. What in the world is he making his 
scalp go this way for ? I would think he was trying to shake some- 
thing ofl*. Oh ! I'll just get a grip on here and hold on for awhile. 
No, he can't shake me ofl"; no, no ! Ah ■ ! 

There was a resounding wh=^ck — that lively fly, oh where was he ? 
Dead ! 



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THE CHARGE ON " 01 D HUNDRED.'^ 

HALF a bar, half a bar, 
Half a bar onward ! 
Into an awful ditch, 
Choir and precentor hitch 
Into a mess of pitch 
They led the Old Hundred. 

Trebles to right of them, 
Tenors to left of them, 
Basses in front of them. 

Bellowed and thundered. 
Oh ! that precentor's look. 
When the sopranos took 
Their own time and hook. 

From the Old Hundred. 

Screeched all the trebles here, 
Boggled the tenors there, 
Raising the parson's hair. 

While his mind wandered ; 
Theirs not to reason why 
This psalm was pitched too high ; 
Theirs but to gasp and cry 

Out the Old Hundred. 

Trebles to right of them. 

Tenors to left of them, 

Basses in front of them. 

Bellowed and thundered. 

Stormed they with shout and yell, 

Not wise they sang, nor well, 

Drowning the sexton's bell. 

While all the church wondered. 
16— S. C 



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Dire the precentor's glare, 
Flashed his pitchfork in air, 
Sounding fresh keys to bear 

Out the Old Hi'ndred. 
Swiftly he turned liis back, 
Reached he his hat from rack. 
Then from the screaming pack 

Himself he sundered. 

Tenors to right of him. 
Trebles to left of him, 
Discords behind him, 

Bellowed and thundered. 
Oh, the wild howls they wrought ; 
Right to the end they fought ! 
Some tune they sung, but not. 

Not the Old Hundred. 



A MARRIED LOVE=LETTER. 

YOUR letter was received, dear John, I write as you request, 
And send the white- winged tidings from our little love-built 
nest. 
We miss you sadly, night and mom. That odious Mr. Dent 
Has called at least a dozen times to dun you for the rent. 

You say it seems an age, my love, since last you went away ; 
But then it's quite a comfort, dear, to know the trip will pay. 
We're saving every penny we can, and living very plain ; 
I had my pocket picked last night, while walking through the rain. 

You count the lagging hours, dear, that keep you from my side ; 
For, as you fondly say, the wife is dearer than the bride. 
That Miss Modiste has sent her bill, I know you'll be amazed ; 
I never got one-half the things— the creature must be crazed t 



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The children — precious little pets ! — ask daily for papa. 
They all have had such shocking colds, I called in Doctor Law. 
He fears that Nettie's lungs are weak — she seems inclined to stoop ; 
The baby has the nettle rash, and Sammy chronic croup. 

And, oh ! Mamma and Mr. B. have had an awful fuss ; 
Of course, she couldn't stay at Em's, and so she's here with us. 
The girls have " given warning," love ; I don't know what to think 
Unless, as dear mamma suspects, they're both inclined to drink. 

I'm feeling sad, and far from well, but then, I know, dear John, 
A long home-letter, just like this, will cheer and help you on. 
I'd like to nestle to your breast and have a hearty cry ; 
Pray don't forget the grocer's bill ! God bless your love ! Good-by ! 



/ THE RULING PA5SI0N 



SHE had never mailed a letter before, and so she approached the 
stamp clerk's window with the same air that she would enter 
a dry-goods store. 

" I would like to look at some stamps, please," she said. 

" What denomination do you want ? " asked the clerk. 

" Denomination ! " This was remarked in surprise. She hadn't 
supposed that stamps belonged to any church at all. 

"Yes," replied the clerk, who saw no necessity for holding a lengthy 
palaver over the sale of a stamp, especially when other people were wait- 
ing. " Is it for a letter or a newspaper ? '' 

*' O, I want to send a letter to my Uncle John ; he's just moved 
to " 

"Then you need a two-cent stamp," interrupted the clerk, offering 
her one of that value. 

" I hardly like that color," she observed, holding the brick-tinted 
stamp up to the light and surveying it critically. 

The clerk looked at her in astonishment. In his long experience in 



244 HUMOROUS READINGS. 

the postal business he had never before met a customer who objected 
to the color of the stamps. 

" That is a two-cent stamp, madam. Please stand aside, and let the 
gentleman behind you come up." 

" Haven't you got them in any other color ? " she asked, wholly 
oblivious to the " gentleman behind." 

The clerk began to act cross. 

"I never did like that shade of red," she added. 

" There is only one color," he replied curtly. 

" That is strange," she mused. " I'd think you'd keep them in dif- 
ferent shades, so that there' d be some choice." 

The clerk said nothing, but he kept getting crosser every minute, 
and murmurs of disapprobation began to rise from the ever-lengthen- 
ing line of people who would have been thankful to get their stamps 
without criticising their hue. 

" You are sure you have none in a brighter red, or even in a different 
color — Nile green, or seal brown, or jubliee blue, for instance? " 

" You can put two one-cent stamps on your letter if you hke," said 
the clerk, who began to see that the customer could not be frowned 
away from the window. 

" Let me see them, please." 

** Two blue stamps were solemnly handed to her, and the crowd 
began to hope that at last she was suited. 

" Ah, that will do," she said, as she took up the one-cent stamps 
and eyed them as if they were samples of dress goods. " I like that 
shade better. I'll take only one, if you please." 

And she handed the other back to the clerk, who took it mechani- 
cally, but managed to add : 

" If it's for a letter you'll need two. These are one-cent stamps and 
letter postage is tvvo cents per ounce." 

''Oh, I don't want to put two stamps on my letter," she said; '* I 
don't think they will look well." 

" It requires two cents to carry a letter, madam, and you must 
either put a two-cent stamp on or two ones. It won't po witholl^ 



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And I must ask you to please hurry, for you are keeping a great many 
people away from the window." 

** That's singular. I don't like the looks of two together. You are 
itire the other doesn't come in seal-brown, or " 

" No ! " thundered the clerk, getting very red in the face. 

** Then I'll have to see if I can't suit myself elsewhere." 

A.nd she departed. 

The clerk replaced his despised red and blue stamps, mopped his 
perspiring brow, and began to make up for lost time. — Wm.H. Switer. 



A COMPLAINT. 

I THINK it really mean — don't you ? — 
To leave us nothing at all to do ! 
In a world all made to order so 
A modern boy has no earthly show. 
Columbus sailed across the sea. 
Which might have been done by you or mCj, 
And r.rw they call him great and wise, 
They praise his genius and enterprise, 
Although when he found our native land, 
He took it for India's coral strand ! 
There's noble George who wouldn't lie-^— 
Perhaps he couldn't. He didn't try. 
But if I should cut down a cherry-tree^ 
My father would only laugh at me. 

Benjamin Franklin — what did he do ? 
Flew a big kite ; on Sunday, too, 
Standing out in a heavy shower 
Getting soaked for half an hour. 
Fishing for Hghtning with a string 
To see if he couldn't bottle the thing. 
Suppose I should fly my kite in the rain ? 



246 HUMOROUS READINGS. 

People would say that I wasn't sane. 
Why should there such a difference be 
Between Ben Franklin, Esquire, and me ? 

I can see steam move a kettle-lid 
Quite as well as James Watt did. 
And I can explain about engines, too. 
Bigger and better than Watt ever knew '. 
But somehow he took all the praise, 
And I'm neglected nowadays. 

Still, what makes me feel the worst 
Is Adam's renown for being first. 
That was easy enough, you know ; 
It was just a thing that happened so. 
And my sister says, " If it had been 7ne 
I wouldn't have touched the apple-tree." 
That's so. If she sees a snake to-day, 
She gives a scream and she scoots away. 

To write such things as Shakespeare's plaw 

Was not so hard in Queen Bess's days, 

But now, when everything has been done, 

I cannot think of a single one 

To bring a boy to wealth and fame. 

It's a regular, downright, burning shame ! 

P. S. — When it's fine I shall play base-ball ; 
For you know it never would do at all 
To forget about '' Jack " who becomes, they ^^y- 
A very dull boy, without plenty of play. 
But, wait ! — when a rainy Saturday comes, 
As soon as I've finished Monday's sums, 
I'm going to build a great flying-machine 
That will make T. Edison look pea-green ! 

B. A. Pennypacker 



HUMOROUS READINGS. 247 

SUNDAY TALK IN THE HORSE SHEDS. 

[Old Gray comments on the service to his mate.] 

5 /T^ISN'T SO much that the Sunday harness never seems to fit, 
1 That the collar is tight, an' the check-rein draws on this queer 
new-fangled bit, 
Nor yet that the pasture looks greener, somehow, this sort of a half- 
rest day. 
That galls me most. Old Roan, but the things I hear the people say. 

My shoulders ache, an' my knees are stiff, an' it makes me want to 

fight 
When I hear 'em sing, " O Day of Rest ! O Day of Joy an' Light ! " 
For we startled late, an' to get here soon we had to trot our best ; 
*' Welcome " — now hear 'em — ** dehghtful morn, sweet day of sacred 

rest!" 

Now parson's readin' the Scripture, " Remember the Sabbath day — 

In it thou shalt not do any work " — " Amen," the people say ; 

" Thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy cattle, thy ox, nor thy 

ass "— 
Don't seem to exempt the horses, eh ? So we'll let the lesson pass. 

Can't you step over a little ? The sun comes in this side — 

An' it don't say a word about the wife ; I reckon that's why they 

decide 
That Sunday's a day of rest on the farm from the labors of every-day 

life 
For everything that the Lord hath made — except the horses an' \vife. 

Now, that's our hymn ; come, wake up. Roan, that means us, I'll be 

bound — 
"Awake, my soul" — sing louder'n that; some folks sleep mighty 

sound — 
** Awake, my soul, an' with the sun " — that's meant for me an' you— 
"Thy daily course of duty run " — well, that's just what we d'.>. 



248 HUMOROUS READINGS. 

" A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast " — I'd smile 

At the parson's text, but if I did they'd hear me for a mile ; 

For I trotted the last ten minutes lame — I'd picked up a hard, sharp 

stone. 
An' could hear the old man growlin' because his seat was '* hard as a 

bone." 

" Could I but climb where Moses stood " — but the half of them 

wouldn't climb ; 
They'd pile in the wagon full's 'twould hold an' ride up every' time ; 
If they had to walk they'd do's they did when your pastern joint was 

sprained — 
They'd say 'twa? too far, an' stay at home, like they did the times it 

rained. 

I'm goin' to write a hymn some day, an' we'll sing it out in the sheds — 
" Welcome, delightful morn that pours the rain upon our heads ; 
Welcome the slush, the snow that drifts, the mud that irritates, 
The storms that bring a Sabbath rest to the cattle within the gates." 

His voice was hushed, for the notes of song rose on the hallowed air — 

'* Praise God from whom all blessings flow " — thanksgiving, praise 
and prayer ; 

" Praise Him all creatures here below " — man, beast, an' bird an' 
thing — 

With the possible exception of the farmer's wife, who, having remained 
at home to prepare a dinner of chicken soup, roast beef, beets, 
onions, roasting ears, salad, pudding, two kinds of pie and 
fruit for her husband, three sons, four daughters, the pastor, 
his wife and two children, the district secretary of the Home 
Mission Society, a distant relative from the city come out to 
spend the day, and two hired men, had very little time, and not 
much breath, and possibly not an everlastingly superabundant 
inclination to sing. 

Robert J. Burdette, 



HUMOROUS READINGS. 249 

WE ALL KNOW HER. 

SHE warbled the soprano with dramatic sensibility, 
And dallied with the organ when the organist was sick : 
She got up for variety a brand-new church society, and 
Spoke with great facility about the new church brick. 

She shed great tears of sorrow for the heathen immorality. 
And organized a system that would open up their eyes ; 

In culinary clarity she won great popularity, and 
Showed her personality in lecturing on pies. 

For real unvarnished culture she betrayed a great propensity ; 

Her Tuesday-talks were famous and her Friday-glimmers gre^.t 
She grasped at electricity with mental elasticity 

And lectured with intensity about the marriage state. 

But with the calm assurance of her wonderful capacity. 

She wouldn't wash the dishes, but she'd talk all day on rocks ; 

^id while she dwelt on density, or space and its immensity, 
With such refined audacity, her mother darned the socks ! 

Tom Mason. 



TOO BAD, 



NOTHING to do but work. 
Nothing to eat but food, 
Nothing to wear but clothes 
To keep one from going nude. 

Nothing to breathe but air ; 

Quick as a flash 'tis gone; 
'Vowhere to fall but off. 

Nowhere to stand but on. 



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Nothing to comb but hair, 
Nowhere to sleep but in bed, 

Nothing to weep but tears, 
Nothing to bury but dead. 

Nothing to sing but songs, 
Ah, well, alas ! Alack ! 

Nowhere to go but out, 

Nowhere to come but back. 

Nothing to see but sights, 

Nothing to quench but thirst. 

Nothing to have but what we've gotp 
Thus through life we are cursed. 

Nothing to strike but a gait, 
Everything moves that goes. 

Nothing at all but common sense 
Can ever withstand these woes. 



THE WRONG TRAIN. 

f yE had been to town-meeting, had once voyaged a hundred miles 
j/SL ^^ ^ steamboat and had a brother who had made the overland 
trip to California. 

She had been to quiltings, funerals, and a circus or two ; and she 
knew a woman who thought nothing of setting out on a railroad 
journey where she had to wait fifteen minutes at a junction and change 
cars at a depot. 

So I found them, — a cosy-looking old couple, sitting up very 
straight in their seat, and trying to act like old railroad travellers. A 
shadow of anxiety suddenly crossed her face ; she became uneary, and 
directly she asked : 

'' Philetus, I act'lly b'lieve we've went and took the wrong train ! " 

** It can't be, nohow," he replied, seeming a little startled. '' Didn't 
C ask the conductor, and he said we was right ? " 



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•* Yaas, he did ; but look out the window, and make sure. He 
might have been ly'm' to us." 

The old man looked out the window at the flitting fences, the gal- 
loping telegraph-poles, and the unfamiliar fields, as if expecting to 
catch sight of some landmark, and forgetting for a moment that he 
was a thousand miles from home. 

** I guess we're all right, Mary," he said, as he drew in his head. 

" Ask somebody — ask that man there," she whispered. 

** This is the train for Chicago, hain't it ? " inquired the old man 
of the passenger in the next seat behind. 

" This is the train," replied the man. 

" There ! didn't I say so ! " clucked the old gent. 

" It may be— it may be ! " she replied, dubiously ; " but if we are 
carried wrong, it won't be my fault. I say that we are wrong, and 
when we've been led into some pirate's cave, and butchered for our 
money, ye'll wish ye had heeded my words ! " 

Hfc looked out of the window again, opened his mouth as if to 
make some inquiry of a boy sitting on the fence, and then leaned 
back on hk seat and sighed heavily. She shut her teeth together, as 
if saying that she could stand it if he could, and the train sped along 
for several miles. He finally said : 

" Looks like rain over thar in the west. I hope the boys have got 
them oats in." 

" That makes me think of the umbreller ! " diving her hands among 
the parcels at their feet. 

She hunted around two or three minutes, growing red in the face, 
and then straightened up and hoarsely whispered : 

" It's gone ! " 

" W — what ? " he gasped. 

" That umbreller ! " 

"No!" 

*' Gone, hide and. hair ! " so she went on, " that sky-blue umbreller, 
which I've had ever since Martha died." 

He searched around, but it was not to be found. 



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" Waal, that s queer," he mused, as he straightened up. 

** Queer ! not a bit. I've talked to ye and talked to ye, but it does 
no good. Ye come from a heedless fam'ly ; and ye'd forget to put 
on your boots, 'f I didn't tell ye to." 

*• None of the Harrisons was ever in the poor-house ! " he replied, 
;n a cutting tone. 

" Philetus! Philetus H. Harrison! " she continued, laying her haiid 
on his arm, " don't you dare twit me of that again ! I've lived with 
ye nigh on to forty years and waited on ye when ye had biles and 
the toothache and the colic, and when ye fell and broke your leg; 
but don't push me up to the wall ! " 

He looked out of the window, feeling that she had the advantage of 
him, and she wiped her eyes, settled her glasses on her nose, and used 
up the next fifteen minutes in thinking of the past. Feeling thirsty, 
she reached down among the bundles, searched around, and her face 
was as pale as death as she straightened back and whispered — 

" And that's gone, too ! " 

" What now ? " he asked, 

" It's been stole ! " she exclaimed, looking around the car, as if ex- 
pectmg to see some one with the bottle to his lips. 

" Fust the umbreller — then the bottle ! " she gasped. 

" I couldn't have left it, could I ?" 

" Don't ask me ! That bottle has been in our family twenty years, 
ever since mother died ; and now it's gone ! Land only knows what 
I'll do for a camfire bottle when we git home, if we ever do ! " 

'' I'll buy one." 

" Yes, I know ye are always ready to buy ; and if it wasn't for me 
to restrain ye, the money'd fly likefeathers in the wind." 

" Waal, I didn't have to mortgage my farm," he replied, giving her 
a knowing look. 

" Twitting agin ? It isn't enough that you've lost a good utnbrellef 
and a camfire bottle ; but you must twit me o' this and that." 

Her nose grew red, and tears came to her eyes ; but as he was 
looking out of the window, she said nothing further. Ten or fifceeu 



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minutes passed ; and, growing restless, he called out to a man across 
the aisle. 

" What's the sile around here ? " 

" Philetus ! Philetus H. Harrison ! stop your noise ! " she whispered, 
poking him with her elbow. 

** I just asked a question," he replied, resuming his old position. 

'' What'd your brother Joab tell ye, the last thing afore we left him 
hum? " she asked. " Didn't he say somebody'd swindle ye on the 
string game, the confidence game, or some other game ? Didn't he 
warn ye agin rascals ? " 

" I hain't seen no rascals." 

" Of course, ye haven't, 'cause yer blind ! I know that man is a 
villun ; and if they don't arrest him for murder afore we leave this 
train, I'll miss my guess. I can read human-natur' like a book." 

There was another period of silence, broken by her saying ; 

" I wish I knew that this was the train for Chicago." 

" 'Course it is." 

" How do you know ? " 

*' 'Cause it is." 

** Waal, I know it hain't ; but if you are contented to rush along to 
your destruction, I shan't say a word. Only when yer throat is being 
cut, don't call out that I didn't warn ye ! " 

The peanut boy came along, and the old man reached down for his 
wallet. 

"Philetus, ye shan't squander that money after peanuts ! " she ex- 
claimed, using the one hand to catch his arm, and the other to wave 
the boy on. 

'' Didn't I earn it ? " 

*' Yaas, you sold two cows to get money to go on this visit ; but its 
half gone now, and the land only knows how we'll get home ! " 

The boy walked on, and the flag of truce was hung out for anothei 
brief time. She recommenced hostilities by remarking : 

" I wish I hadn't cum." 

He looked up, and then out of the window. 



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*' I know what ye want to say," she hissed ; '^ but it's a blessed 
good thing for you that I did come ! If ye'd come alone, ye'd have 
been murdered and gashed and scalped, and sunk into the river afore 
now ! " 

^' Pooh ! " 

" Yes, pooh, 'f you want to, but I know ! " 

He leaned back ; she settled herself anew ; and by and by — 

He nodded — she nodded. And in sleep their gray heads touched ; 
and his arm found its way along the back of the seat, and his hand 
rested on her shoulder. — M. Quad. 



HOW FATHER CARVES THE DUCK. 

T "TE all look on with anxious eyes, 
\lSL When father carves the duck, 
And mother almost always sighs. 
When father carves the duck. 
Then all of us prepare to rise 
And hold our bibs before our eyes 
And be prepared for some surprise. 
When father carves the duck. 

He braces up and grabs a fork. 

Whene'er he carves a duck. 
And won't allow a soul to talk. 

Until he carves the duck. 
The fork is jabbed into the sides, " 
Across the breast the knife he slides. 
While every careful person hides 
From flying chips of duck. 

The platter's always sure to slip. 
When father carves the duck. 
And how it makes the dishes skip ! 



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Potatoes fly amuck. 
The squash and cabbage leap in space. 
And father mutters Hindoo grace, 

Whene'er he carves a duck. 

We all have learned to walk around 

The dining-room, and pluck 
From off the window-sills and walls 

Our share of father's duck, 
While father growls and blows and jaws. 
And swears the knife is full of flaws. 
And mother jeers at him, because 

He cannot carve a duck. 



THE MEN WHO DO NOT LIFT. 

THE world is sympathetic ; the statement none can doubt. 
When A's in trouble don't we think that B should help hin:. 
out? 
Of course, we haven't time ourselves to care for any one. 
But yet we hope that other folks will see that it is done. 
We want the grief and penury of earth to be relieved; 
We'd have the battles grandly fought, the victories achieved ; 
We do not care to take the lead, and stand the brush and brunt; 
At lifting we're a failure, but we're splendid on the grunt. 

\nd there are others, so we find, as on our way we jog, 
Vtio want to do their lifting on the sm.all end of the log ; 
They do a lot of blowing, and they strive to make it known 
That were there no one else to help, they'd lift it all alone. 
If talking were effective, there are scores and scores of men 
Who'd move a mountain off its base and move it back ag-iia 
But as a class, to state it plain, in language true and blunt. 
They're never worth a cent to lifl, for all they do is grunt. 



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GOING ON AN ERRAND. 

TT POUND of tea at one-and-threq 
J^^~\_ And a pot of raspberry jam, 
Two new-laid eggs, a dozen peg?. 
And a pound of rashers of ham.** 

I'll say it over all the way, 

And then I'm sure not to forget, 

For if I chance to bring things wrong 
My mother gets in such a pet. 

*' A pound of tea at one-and-three. 
And a pot of raspberry jam, 
Two new-laid eggs, a dozen pegs, 
And a pound of rashers of ham." 

There in the hay the children play— 
They're having such jolly fun; 

I'll go there, too, that's what I'll do. 
As soon as my errands are done. 

*' A pound of tea at one-and-three, 
A pot of — er — new-laid jam. 
Two raspberry eggs, with a dozen pegs 
And a pound of rashers of ham." 

There's Teddy White a-flying his kite. 
He thinks himself grand, I declare ; 

I'd like to try to fly it sky high. 
Ever so much higher 
Than the old church spire. 

And then — and then — ^but there— 

** A pound of three and one at tee. 
A pot of new-laid jam 



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Two dozen eggs, some raspbeny pegs. 
And a pound of rashers of ham." 

Now here's the shop, outside I'll stop 

And run through my orders again : 
I haven't forgot — no, ne'er a jot — 

It shows I'm pretty cute, that's plain. 

'A pound of three at one and tea, 

A dozen of raspberry ham, 
A pot of eggs, with a dozen pegs, 

And a rasher of new-laid jam." 



HER EXCUSE. 

SAID the school teacher, who lives at a hotel, "Miss, you are five 
minutes late this morning, and you were two minutes late 

yesterday. Now there is no excuse for such tardiness, no 
excuse at all." 

" Please, ma'am the alarm clock stopped last night, and it was 
so dark and foggy this morning that the girl did not wake up until late» 
and then, trying to get to the kitchen window in the dark, she upset some 
water on the kindling wood ; it was the water the mackeral was soak- 
ing in, and it was on a chair, and the wood was under it, and then 
because the wood was wet the fire wouldn't burn, and the other wood 
we ordered the day before hadn't come, and the neighbor in the next 
flat hadn't any either, and the girl had to go to the store for some, and 
she was a good while getting there, and then the storekeeper told hef 
she needn't bring it, 'cause he would send it right around before she 
got back, and 'cause she didn't know him she believed him, and when 
she got back the wood wasn't there, and it was a long time before it 
came and then it was all wet from the fog and rain, *cause he didn't 
cover it up, and when we tried to start the fire again it wouldn't bum 
any better than the first time, and then Mammy hurried down to oul 

T7— S. C. 



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kind neighbor in the next flat to get the use of her stove, but they 
were getting their breakfast and we could only use one hole at a time, 
and our kettles and pans wouldn't fit their stove, and we had to wait 
till some of theirs was cleaned, and then Mamma tried to cook some 
oatmeal so I could hurry and get to school, and then the baker didn't 
come, and the girl had to go out for bread while I dressed Sally and 
Johnny and Mamie, and then the baby woke and began to cry hard as 
if he was hurt, and Mamma hurried up stairs to see what was the 
matter, and, while she was finding out, the oatmeal burned, and we 
had to wait until the kettle could be cleaned and some more cooked, 
and when that was done I hurried and ate a little so I wouldn't be late 
to school, and I had just time to get here, but Johnny got the no:;e 
bleed awful, and I had to wait until Mamma could get through wilh 
him and wash her hands so she could write me an excuse for bein* late 
ffesterday. 



ASKING MOTHER. 

SHE was a girl as neat and trim. 
And sweet as any other ; 
I wanted just to make a call — 
She said she'd ask her mother. 

I hinted that it might be nice 

For her to have a brother : 
She thought awhile and looked perplexed- 

And said she'd ask her mother. 

To have a mother such as that 
I told her was a bother ; 
''' Perhaps it was— she didn't know " — ■ 
But said she'd ask her mother. 

This answer, then, I thought she'd give., 
And never give another .• 



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i queried if ^twould not be so — 
She said she'd ask her mother. 

I hadn't a dime — the night was hot— - 
She really thought she'd smother : 

Ice cream ! " I whispered in her ear- 
She didn't ask her mother! 

Nonplussed, my grammar I upset. 

Changed rather into ruther^ 
And told her that I ruther thought 

She'd better ask her mother. 

Henry Davexpori 



TIT FOR TAT. 

^ r\ OOD mornin', Miss Katie," cried young Dickie Fee — 
* \j " Good mornin' again — it's yourself, shure, I see 
Lookin* bloomin' as ever ! " But Kate turned away 
As she said, " Masther Dickie, I wish you good day ; 
You're a heartless desaiver — now don't speak a word. 
Pretty stories about you and that Nora I've heard ! 
You know you danced with her that day of the fair— 
And praised her gray eyes — and her very red hair ; 
You called her an angel, said in love you had fell. 
And at night when you parted, you kissed her, as well." 
Then young Dickie gave a sly wink as he said, 
'Just a whisper, dear Katie, this may turn your head — 
I desaived her, my darlin'" "You kissed her!" "That's true. 
But I shut both my eyes, Katie, and fancied 'twas you ! " 

" Well, I've no time to stay, so good-bye, Dickie Fee, 
You may desaive her, but you can't desaive me ; 
Fm not to be blarneyed — Dick, a word in your ear. 
You had better be off, for my dad's coming here 1 " 



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"Your dad's coming, is he? Is that him I see 
Just bobbing behind the ould black-thorn tree ? 
Why, that's Paddy McGinn"— *' Oh! " said Kate with a sneer 

"You have got your eyes open at last, Dickie dear; 
Well, he's coming to meet me — now listen, my lad : 
If Paddy should kiss me, sure, won't you be glad? 
For when his lips meet mine, why, what will I do 
But shut both my eyes, Dickie, and fancy 'tis you." 



THE GLORIOUS FOURTH. 

.J ^ I ^IS an everlasting pity that the youngsters in the city 

X Cannot celebrate the lesson which we gave to George the 
Third ; 
Wh^*~ the Nation had to sit on the insufferable Briton- 
Why, it's scandalous. What ails the city fathers, anyhow? 
The old town won't burn up. A conflagration or two would 
help to make things lively, and would rouse the Fire De« 
partment from its chronic state of innocuous desuetude. I'll 
load up with all sorts of explosives, and my youngsters cam 
be patriotic in the back lot — 
And well have the biggest jubilee the neighbors ever heard.*' 

5o he loaded up his pockets, with torpedoes and with rockets. 

And a dozen packs of crackers tucked away beneath his arm. 

Devil chasers, squibs and fizzes, everything that pops and whizzes- • 
And, on the morning of the Fourth, he distributed them 
among his offspring with a lavish hand. They blew up 
miniature fortifications; defeated the British one by one; 
constructed a Vesuvius or two, and were wildly happy 
until, accidentally or otherwise, a pack of crackers went ofif 
in the old man's coat pocket, and they had to turn the 
garden hose on him before — 

He recovered his composure or dispelled his wife's alarm. 



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Though his coat was burned and tattered, still he said it little nut 
tered, 

For the garment was an old one and his losses would be slight. 

And again in wild ascendance rose the vim of Independence — • 

Until his little 8-year-old wanted papa to ** turn an' see de 
big boo " he was making. Bing, bang, boom ! *' Dere 'tis ! " 
shouted the youngster, as the appreciative old man hurried 
in that direction, and found half a pack of fire-crackers 
knocking his new silk tile to ribbons, and he turned the 
youngster wrong end up — 

And warmed it to the last degrees of sultry Fahrenheit. 

Then his ardor patriotic grew uncommonly chaotic, 
He would stop this jubilation ere it set the town agog 
Fun was fun in due restrictions, but — ten thousand maledictions ! ! 1— 
Just then his favorite spaniel ran between his legs and bit 
off a generous slice of calf in passing. A whole pack of 
crackers was attached to the animal's tail, exploding at the 
rate of five per second. The cur made a bee-line for the 
stable and ran under the foundation, and they had to turn 
the horses loose and rip up the floor before — 
They could quench the conflagration or resuscitate the dog. 

Shades of Lucifier and Hades ! if it wasn't for the ladies 

We could show the scope of language when the temper has its way : 

That a warm vocabulary melts restrictions arbitrary — 

And several other things, but just then we left, for another 
youngster burned his fingers and dropped a piece of hot 
punk in the box containing the balance of the fireworks, and 
in a minute the air was volcanic with sky-rockets, Roman 
candles, pin wheels, blue devils and expletives. To cap the 
climax, a rocket struck the old gentleman amidships, and 
— that settled it. Enough was enough. He gathered his 
offspring all about him — 
And he kept them in the cellar for the balance of the day. 



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MR. MOLONEY'S ACCOUNT OF THE bAlX. 

OWILL ye choose to hear the news, 
Bedad I cannot pass it o'er : 
I'll tell you all about the Ball 
To the Naypaulase Ambassador. 
Begor ! this fete all balls does bate 

At which I've worn a pump, and I 
Must here relate the splendthor great 
Of th' Oriental Company. 

These men of sinse dispoised expinse. 

To fete these black Achilleses. 
"We'll show the blacks," says they, " Almack'^ 

And take the rooms at Willis's." 
With flags and shawls, for these Nepauls, 

They hung the rooms of Willis up, 
And decked the walls, and stairs, and halls. 

With roses and with lilies up. 

And Jullien's band it tuck its stand. 

So sweetly in the middle there, 
And soft bassoons played heavenly chunes 

And violins did fiddle there. 
And when the Coort was tired of spoort. 

I'd lave you, boys, to think there was 
A nate buffet before them set, 

Where lashins of good dhrink there was 

At ten before the ball-room door. 

His moighty Excellency was. 
He smoiled and bowed to all the crowd. 

So gorgeous and immense he was. 
His dusky shuite, sublime and mute, 

Into the door-way followed him • 



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And O the noise of the blackguard boys, 
As they hurrood and hollowed him. 

The noble Chair stud at the stair, 

And bade the dthrums to thump ; and h5i 
Did thus evince, to that Black Prince, 

The welcome of his Company. 
O fair the girls, and rich the curls, 

And bright the oys you saw there, was : 
And fixed each oye, ye there could spoi. 

On Gineral Jung Bahawther, was ! 

This Gineral great then tuck his sate. 

With all the other ginerals, 
(Bedad his troat, his belt, his coat, 

All bleezed with precious minerals) ; 
And as he there, with princely air, 

Recloinin* on his cushion was, 
All round about his royal chair 

The squeezin' and the pushin' was. 

O Pat, such girls, such Jukes, and Earls, 

Such fashion and nobilitee ! 
Just think of Tim, and fancy him 

Amidst the hoigh gentilitee ! 
There was Lord De L'Huys, and the Portygeesip 

Ministher and his lady there, 
And I reckonized, with much surprise, 

Our messmate, Bob O 'Grady, there; 

There was Baroness Brunow, that looked like Ju^ ^, 

And Baroness Rehausen there, 
And Countess Roullier, that looked peculiar 

V/ellf in her robes of gauze in there. 



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There was Lord Crowhurst (I knew him first 

When only Mr. Pips he was), 
And Mick OToole, the great big fool. 

That after supper tipsy was. 

There was Lord Fingall, and his ladies ail. 

And Lords Killeen and Dufferin, 
And Paddy Fife, with his fat wife ; 

I wondther how he could stuff her in. 
There was Lord Belfast, that by me past. 

And seemed to ask how should I go there? 
And the Widow Macrae, and Lord A. Hay, 

And the Marchioness of Sligo there. 

Yes, Jukes, and Earls, and diamonds, and pearls, 

And pretty girls, was sporting there ; 
And some beside (the rogues !) I spied. 

Behind the windies, coorting there. 
O, there's one I know, bedad would show 

As beautiful as any there, 
And I'd like to hear the pipers blow, 

And shake a fut with Fanny there. 

William Makepeace Thackkrai 



«* THERE WAS A CROOKED MAN." 

SOME folks *re allers findin' fault 'nd frettin' round y* know. 
The older that they git in years the wus they seem tu grow 
It's kinder second natur' tu some folks that I have found, 
'Nd all the fun they seem tu git is jest to fret around. 

If it should rain, then it's the mud that sets 'em all awry ; 
If it don't rain, then it's the dust a-blowin' in their eye ; 
If clouds arise, of comin' storms they are a willin' reader ; 
"Nd if the day is clear 'nd bright, then it's a weather-breeder 



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If it It cold, they shiver round 'nd call the weather horrid • 
If it 13 warm, they sweat and fret about the weather torrid ; 
If it is summer, then they scowl 'nd long for winter cool ; 
' Nd if it's winter, they will yearn for summer ez a rool. 

If they have money, ev'ry one is arter it, they think ; 
' Nd bound somehow tu beat 'em 'nd appropriate their chink ; 
If they are poor, they think they are the worst abused of all 
The creeturs of God's providence upon this roUin' ball. 

' Nd if they have a family, they're always sartin sure 
No other man could such a wife or child ez theirs endure ; 
' Nd if they're single, they bewail their sad 'nd lonely lot, 
'Nd say when plums are passed around they allers are forgot. 

' Nd so it goes, the goodness knows if any fun they git 
In findin* fault with Providence they need it every bit ; 
But how under the canopy they manage tu git round 
On the wust side of everything beats anything I've found. 

The sun shines jest ez bright on 'em ez 't does on you 'nd me, 
' Nd none of us kin dodge the storms of life ez I kin see ; 
But why some folks 'd rather count the storms than pleasant days 
Is somethin' I don't understand and fills me with amaze. 

The birds sing no less sweetly 'cause a sunny day has passed ; 

The apple-trees don't cease tu bloom when they no shadder cast; 

The cattle on a thousand hills don't lose their appetite 

Nd beller round because they ain't in clover day 'nd night. 

If bees can't find a clover patch they put up with buckwheat ; 
They're jest ez happy, 'nd I guess the honey's jest ez sweet. 
There ain't a creetur livin', 'cept the human, ez I know, 
That loves tu fret 'n' grumble round; now, neighbor, ain't it so .? 

William Edward Penney; 



266 HUMOROUS READINGS. 

THE NOBLE STRANGER. 

fanny's letter. 

I SAW him, Lucy, only once; 
'Twas down the lighted hall ; 
He moved to music gracefully, 

A stranger to us all — 
A stranger with a pale, white brow, 

And dark and meaning eye. 
Which flashed like lightning on my own 
Whene'er I passed him by. 

Those soul-lit eyes, they haunt me still ; 

So passionately deep ! 
Like those which sometimes beam on us 

In visions of our sleep. 
So sad, as if some shadowy grief 

Had o'er his spirit gone. 
Yet brightening whene'er it caught 

The answer of my own. 

I knew him not, and yet whene'er 
I turned me from the dance 

I saw those dark eyes follow me- 
lt could not be by chance. 

I knew him not, and yet his tone? 
Were breathed upon my ear 

So sweetly low and musical, 
I could not choose but hear. 

He spoke of disappointed hopes ; 

Of dreams which faded soon ; 
The dew-drops of life's joyous mora, 

Which vanished ere its noon. 
And then, dear Lucy, how he sighc^ 



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My eyes grew strangely dim ! 
It pained my heart to hear him sigh : 
1 could have wept for him. 

He spoke of sunny Italy; 

Of Venice and her isles ; 
Of dark-mustachioed cavaliers 

And fair signoras' smiles ; 
O aHusic melting on the ear ; 

Of moonlight upon bowers ; 
And fair hands wreathing silken curls 

With gay and fragrant flowers. 

He said his father's castle 

Frowned upon a distant shore, 
(A castle, Lucy, think of that — 

He is a Count, or more !) 
That solitude was in its walls, 

Drear, prison-like and lone ; 
Un gladdened by the smile of love. 

Or woman's kindly tone. 

We parted at my father's door, 

The moonlight sweetly shone ; 
And I was standing at his side. 

My arm upon his own, 
He pressed my hand at parting; 

And to-night he will be here. 
While pa is at his game of chess. 

And ma is nowhere near. 

Excuse me, dearest Lucy, 

But, indeed, I cannot write. 
To-morrow I will tell you more; 

He will be here to-night. 
[An interval of twenty-four hours has elapsed.} 



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Oh, dearest Lucy, pity me ! 

I really think I'm dying ! 
My heart is like a heart of lead ; 

My eyes are red with crying ! 
For yesterday the bank was robbed. 

And of a large amount ! 
My father caught the robber 

And — oh, dear, it was my Count! 



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MICKEY COACHES HIS FATHER. 

■'M thinkinV* said Mr. Finn to his son Mickey, as ti.ey sat on 
the back stoop after supper, "that I'll be givin' i<p workin* ir 
the quarry an' thry me hand at brain work." 

*'Figgerin'?" 

"Figgerin* or writin'. Now, you have no knowledge, Mickey—* 
fwat kind o' sums would I have to be doin' if I got the job o' s'aler o' 
woights and measures ? " 

''It's the sui/is ye'd have to be doin' afore ye got the job as 'ud 
bother ye, father. Shure the civil service min 'ud be axin' ye ques- 
tions that the schoolmaster couldn't answer." 

" Musha, I didn't know that, me b'y. Fwhat's the civil sarvice min, 
anyhow?*' 

"They're min as is paid by the prisidint fur axin' foolish questions," 
replied little Mike, '*an' I have a buke in the house as has a lot o' the 
questions in. If ye'll come inside I'll I'arn thim to ye." 

Mr. Finn arose with alacrity, lit the lamp and placed it upon the 
table. Then he lit his pipe and waited impatiently while his son 
hunted up a book on natural phenomena he had procured from the 
school library. While Mickey leafed through the book, Mr. Finn said: 

** Now, you tache me the questions be heart, an' yell not be sorry 
whin I get the job." 

"Why don't the dust fly be night? '* said Mickey, from the chapter 
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"Faix, it do," replied Mr. Finn, " only ye can*t see it — bekase o' the 
dark." 

** Yer wrong. That's not the rayson in the buke." 

" Fwhat does the buke say ? " 

"Bekase the dew makes the dust wet an* kapes it from risin'," 
answered the boy. 

"That's raysonable. I dunno how is this I didn't think of it afore. 
Begorra, I have it down on me moind agin the time the civil service 
min '11 be axin' me the question." 

" Why will a dewdrop roll on a cabbage leaf widout makin* the cab- 
bage wet?" continued little Mike. 

Mr. Finn was puzzled. He passed his hand over his forehead to 
collect his thoughts. "Musha, that's thrue fur ye, Mickey. I often 
seen it meself. I haven't that much knowledge as 'ud fill yer mother's 
thimble. Is it bekase the dewdrop is round ? '* 

Mickey shook his head. " Do ye give it up ? Because the leaves 
o' cabbage are covered with a fine powdher over which the dewdrop 
rolls without wettin' the leaves." 

"Dear, dear, an' is all that in the little buke?" 

"Faith, it is, an' more." 

" But fwhat has thim to do wid the woights in a stort, Mickey ? " 
inquired Mr. Finn. 

" Ye'U have to be axin' the prisidint, if it's knowledge ye're wantin' 
about that," replied the boy, as he turned to the book and resumed 
the lesson. But Mike's resort to the book in this instance was only 
seeming. He had determined to ask some questions from his own 
knowledge of natural science. 

" Fwhat makes the foam on a growler o' beer? " 

** Oh, ho, I have ye thare, me laddy," said Mr. Finn, with a smile 
and a wise nod. " I have ye thare, me b'y. I could answer that wid 
me eyes shut." 

" Well, father,'* said Mickey, " fwhat is it ? '* 

" It's just this an' no more," said the elder Finn, wagging his index 
finger in his son's direction. " It's bekase whin Jack Brady draws the 



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beer he holds the pail far down from the spigot so thare'll be more 
bubbles nor liquor." 

" Ye're wrong, father; that's not fwhat the buke says.'* 

" Arrah, to blazes wid the buke, b'y ! Didn't I see it wid me two 
eyes, an' wouldn't a man believe his eyes afore an ould buke ? Eyes 
is better nor bukes, me lad. Didn't I see Jack holdin' the pail close up 
to the spigot an' thare'll be a foine pint fur 8 cints an' divil's the bubble 
}^e'd see. Arrah, don't be talkin' ! When I know a thing I know it, 
sonny, an' small fear but fwhat I'll spake me moind. Tell us fwhat 
the buke says, just for divarshun." 

" F-i-r — fir — m-i-n — min — t-a — ^ta — t-i-o-n — shun, firmintation," read 
Mike. 

"An'fwhat'sthat?" 

" It is a change," said Mickey, " effected in the elements of a body 
made of car-bon, hydro-gin, an' oxy-gin." 

*'That must be Frinch ye're readin', Mickey," said his father. 
** Thare's ne'er a wan o' thim things in beer. Foix, oxy-gin an' hydro- 
gin is new kinds intoirely. I heerd tell o' Old Tom gin an' London 
Dock gin, an' tasted thim, too, fur that matther, but divil's the wore 
did I iver hear o' thim other kinds. Begorra, yer ould buke is no 
good, Mickey. Beer is made from malt an' hops, an' divil a pinch o' 
firmintation or oxy-gin or hydro-gin is thare in it at all, at all 
L'arnin' is makin' ye looney, me b'y." 

"Father, yer wrong. Thim things I spoke of is gas. They're 
pizen. An' thare's another kind o' gas in beer, too. It's called car- 
bonic acid gas. It's that pizen that a little of it'll kill ye deader nor a 
salt mackerel. In the island o' Javy is a valley, where thare's that 
much carbonic acid gas that the grass is kilt, an' ne'er a dog, or a cat, 
or anything can Hve thare. If ye throw a dog in the valley he'll be 
dead in fourteen seconds, an' whin the birds fly over the valley they 
drop down dead into it. It is called the pizen valley, an' the stuff in 
that valley is in be-er, an* gives it that pleasant taste on yer tongue that 
makes ye smack yer lips whin ye're drinkin' it." 

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examination for the position of sealer of weights and measures. When 
his turn came the examiner said, turning to Mr. Finn : 

" Now, Mr. Finn, how many weights does a grocer use in business?" 

Mr. Finn scratched his head and looked wild. 

" Faith, sir," said he, " I can tell ye all about dew, an' beer-foam, an' 
p-oats, but nothin' at all about woights, I heerd it was civil sarvice 
min ye were, but shure, I'll tell ye straight, it's mighty uncivil min I 
I find y? to be." — Ernest Jarrold. 



AUNT TABITHA. 

r "THATEVER I do and whatever I say, 
^^ Aunt Tabitha tells me that isn't the way ; 
When she was a girl, (forty summers ago.) 
Aunt Tabitha tells me they never did so 

Dear aunt ! if I only would take her advice, — 
But I Hke my own way, and I find it so nice ! 
And, besides, I forget half the things I am told ; 
But they will come back to me, — when I am old. 

If a youth passes by, it may happen, no doubt. 
He may chance to look in as I chance to look out : 
She would never endure an impertinent stare; 
It is horrid, she says, and I mustn't sit there. 

A walk in the moonlight has pleasure, I own. 
But it isn't quite safe to be walking alone ; 
So I take a lad's arm, — -just for safety, you know; 
But Aunt Tabitha tells me, tkej didn't do so. 

How wicked we are, and how good they were then ! 
They kept at arm's length those detestable men ; 
What an era of virtue she lived in ! — but stay, — 
Were the men such sly rogues in Aunt Tabitha's day ? 



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If the men were so wicked, — I'll ask my papa 
How he dared to propose to my darling mamma r 
Was he like the rest of them ? goodness ! who knows ? 
And what shall I say, if a wretch should propose ? 

I am thinking if aunt knew so little of sin, 
What a wonder Aunt Tabitha's aunt must have been ! 
And her grand-aunt, — it scares me, — how shockingly sad 
That we girls of to-day are so frightfully bad ! 

A martyr will save us, and nothing else can ; 
Let us perish to rescue some wretched young man 1 
Though, when to the altar a victim I go, 
Aunt Tabitha'll tell me — she never did so. 

O. W. Holmes. 

GOSSIP. 

THERE once Hved a creature — if I've not been deceived — - 
In whom the old ancients devoutly believed, 
And of all things incredible, wondrous and strange, 
Is the fact that at will his coarse face he could change. 
So that if you met him a thousand times o'er, 
You could not be sure you had met him before. 
But that he was a monster you ne'er had a doubt, 
For once you had met him you soon found him out. 
He assured you at first that quite harmless was he. 
But once in his clutches you ne'er could get free ! 
If the arrows of ill which at others he hurled 
Were all made in a ring, they would circle the world. 
Now, the name of this monster I really forget, 
But, if you'll believe me, he's prowling round yet! 
His name, if I knew it, I'd certainly tell, 
But the name of ''Old Gossip" will do quite as well. 
So friends, with best wishes, whatever you do, 
Don't let the old Beast get acquainted with you. 

May Cooper. 



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KRIS KRINGLE'S SURPRISE. 

WITH heavy pack upon his back, 
And smiles upon his face, 
Kris Kringle waded through the snou- 
And went at rapid pace. 
His sack that made him sweat and tug 

Was stuffed with pretty toys, 
And up and down throughout the town 
He sought the girls and boys. 

Not long before, within one door, 

One little Johnny Street, 
By lucky chance got into pants, 

And grew about two feet. 
On Christmas eve he asked for leave 

To hang upon a peg 
The woolen stockings he had worn. 

Each with its lengthy leg. 

The cunning boy, on Christmas jo/ 

With all his heart was bent, 
And for old Kringle's packages 

With all his might he went. 
In big surprise Kris Kringle*s e)^e3 

Stuck out and stared around, 
For two such stockings as those were 

Hf^ ne'er before^ had found. 
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He thought he'd never get them full, 

They were so strangely deep ; 
So, standing there upon a chair. 

He took a hasty peep : 
Young Johnny Street, the little cheat. 

Had watched his lucky chance. 
And to the stockings, at the top, 

Had pinned his pair of oants. 

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LITTLE DORA'S SOLILOQUY. 

TAN'T see what our baby boy is dood for anyway . j 

He don't know how to walk or talk, he don't know how to play' ; 

He tears up ev'ry single zing he posser-bil-ly tan, 1 
An' even tried to break, one day, my mamma's bestest fan. 

He's al'ays tumblin' 'bout ze floor, an' gives us awful scares, \ 

An' when he goes to bed at night, he never says his prayers. ] 

On Sunday, too, he musses up my go-to-meetin' clothes, ] 

An' once I foun' him hard at work a-pinc'in' Dolly's nose; 

An* ze uzzer day zat naughty boy (now what you s'pose you zink T' 

Upset a dreat big bottle of my papa's writin' ink ; j 

An', 'stead of kyin' dood an' hard, as course he ought to done, 1 

He laughed, and kicked his head 'most off, as zo he zought 'twas fui.. 

He even tries to reach up high, an' pull zings off ze shelf, | 

An' he's al'ays wantin' you, of course, just when you want you'se>i". .j 

I rather dess, I really do, from how he pulls my turls, '_ 

Zey all was made a-purpose for to 'noy us little dirls ; j 

An' I wish zere wasn't no such zing as naughty baby boys — ; 

Why — why ; zat's him a-kyin' now ; he makes a drefful noise, ] 

I dess I better run and see, for if he has — boo-hoo! i 

Felled down ze stairs and killed his-self, whatever s-s-s'all I do ! ] 



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«* LITTLE JACK." 

E wore a pair of tattered pants, 

A ragged roundabout, 
And through the torn crown of his hat 

A lock of hair stuck out ; 
He had no shoes upon his feet. 

No shirt upon his back ; 
His home was on the friendless street. 

His name was " Little Jack." 

One day a toddling baby-boy 

With head of curly hair 
Escaped his loving mother's eyes, 

Who, busy with her care, 
Forgot the little one, who crept 

Upon the railroad near 
To play with the bright pebbles there, 

Without a thought of fear. 

But see ! around a curve there comes 

A swiftly flying train — 
It rattles, roars ! the whistle shrieks 

With all its might and main ; 
The mother sees her child, but stands 

Transfixed with sudden fright ! 
The baby clasps his little hands 

And laughs with low delight. 

Look ! look ! a tattered figure flies 

Adown the railroad track ! 
His hat is gone ! his feet are bare ! 

'Tis ragged " Little Jack ! " 
He grasps the child and from the track 

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A slip ! a cry ! the train rolls by — 
Brave " Little Jack " is lost. 

They found his mangled body there 

Just where he slipped and fell — 
And strong men wept who never cared 

For him when he was well. 
If there be starry crowns in heaven 

For little ones to wear, 
The star in "Little Jack's " shall shine 

As bright as any there ! 

Eugene J. Hall. 



THE LITTLE ANGEL. 

IGHT into our house one day, 

A dear little angel came ; 
I ran to him, and said softly, 

" Little angel, what is your name ? ' 

He said not a word in answer, 

But smiled a beautiful smile. 
Then I said : *' May I go home with you ? 

Shall you go in a little while ? " 

But mamma said : " Dear little angel, 

Don't leave us ! O, always stay ! 
Vv^e will all of us love you dearly ! 

Sweet angel ! O, don't go away! " 

So he stayed, and he stayed, and we loved him, 
As we could not have loved another ; 

Do you want to know what his name is> ? 
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A MERCANTILE TRANSACTION. 

A POUND oi jumps r' and I looked in surprise 
At little black Rose with her shining eyes. 

" A pound of jumps ! — my mother said 
A pound of jumps," and she nodded her head. 

* But, my dear, we've flour, and sugar in lumps, 
And peanuts, but never a pound of jumps. 

With walnuts and chestnuts and corn that pops — " 
" O, O ! I forgot ! it's a pound of hops ! " 

Francis A. Humphrey. 



"PLANTING" WHEAT. 

SPECKLETY flew from the haymow dim 
Begging for something to eat ; 
Chanticleer crowed, but she walked past him 

Straight to Miss Toddlekins' feet. 
" Listen, Miss Dimple! I've laid you an Ggg \ 
Give me some corn or some wheat, I beg ! 
There's plenty around. Don't you think I know ? 
And the egg in the haymow's white as snow " 

Toddlekins* apron was filled with wheals 

The best of the winter's store. 
It was not to play with, and not to eat, 

But to plant and to grow into more. 
Specklety saw it with covetous eyes ; 
Cackled aloud, " I have found a prize," 
Flew to the little maid's arm, and lo ! 
Scattered the wheat to the ground below. 



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Toddlekins cried in a tone of awe, 
Watching the lost grains go — 
" Papa, she's planted the wheat in her craw! 
Do you s'pose it'll sprout and grow?" 
Papa laughed out till the tears filled his eyes ; 
Toddlekins joined him, though lost in surprise ; 
Specklety cackled, " That wheat will grow ; 
It'll grow into eggs. Don't you think I know?" 

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THE BRAVE LITTLE MAID. 

M not afraid of anything," 



■ Cried little Bessie Brown 
Who thought herself the bravest lass 
In all Northampton town. 

" I know a girl who's scared at mice, 
While rats would make her shriek, 
I'm not afraid of rats, not I, 
I love to hear them squeak. 

*• And look at Cousin John ! it makes 
Me laugh to see him run 
When Uncle's turkey-cock appears ; 
It is the greatest fun ! 

** I'm not afraid of turkey-cocks, 
Although they gobble so. 
I'm not afraid of anything ; 

But, then, I'm brave, you know ! " 

One day this hearty little maid 

To see her granny went, 
A well-filled basket on her arm 

With gifts by mother sent. 



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But what is this ? A noisy flock 

Of geese are hissing loud ; 
Xhey threaten with their horny bills - 

A most unpleasant crowd. 

Then Bessie's heart began to quake, 

And puckered grew her brow. 
Oh, Cousin John, dear Cousin John, 

Do come and help me now ! " 

Why, Bessie ! " cries the laughing boy ^ 
" And can it really be 
That you are frightened of a bird, 
Although you laughed at me?" 

Then Bessie sobbed, " Don't blame me, Job«> ; 

It really is no use. 
Vm not afraid of anything, 

Except, perhaps, a goose ! '* 



TAKE UP THE COLLECTION 

[Little Boy on a chair.] 

ioADiES AND Gentlemen: — 

I AM small, it is true, but great on the stump. 
And I think that the managers knew 't ; 
For they have a different work to do, 
And I've been selected to do it. 

You may talk to the head and carry your point. 

May appeal to the heart and succeed ; 
But to speak to the pocket and make it respond 

Is a difficult work indeed. 

Some speak for applause, and only applause. 
And get what they work tor (the scamps); 



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While I care for neither the clapping or cheers, 
But I hope you'll come down with the stamps. 

We've a load on our back you can lighten, if 
You will add to the backs that bear it ; 

It's greenbacks we ask — you'll please give us one. 
If able and willing to spare it. 

We know that you will, for we've watched you to-night, 
While you listened to speech and to song ; 

And knew, by the good-natured look of your face. 
You were anxious to help us along. 

Good-night, I retire; to this I feel sure 
That you've not the slightest objection ; 

So I will get down ; the Committee get up, 
And when up will take up the collection. 



BETTER WHISTLE THAN WHINE. 

AS I was laking a walk, I noticed t^vo little boys on their way to 
school. The small one stumbled and fell, and, though he 
was noi: very much hurt, he began to whine in a babyish way — 
not a regular roaring boy cry, as though he were half killed, but a 
little cross whine. 

The older boy took his hand in a kind and fatherly way, and said : 
"O, never mind, Jimmy, don't whine; it is a great deal better to 
whistle." And he began in the merriest way a cheerful boy whistle. 
Jimmy tried to join in the whistle. "I can't whistle as nice as you, 
Charlie," said he; "my lips won't pucker up good." 

"O, that is because you have not got all the whine out yet," said 
Charlie; "but you try a minute and the whistle will drive the whine 
away." So he did, and the last I saw or heard of the little fellows 
they were whistling away as earnestly as though that was the chief 
end of life. 



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THE LITTLE SUNBEAM. 

LITTLE sunbeam in the sky 

Said to itself one day, 
"I'm very small, yet why should 1 
Do nothing else but play ? 
I'll go down to the earth and see 
If there is any work for me." 

The violet beds were wet with dew. 

Which filled each drooping cup; 
The little sunbeam darted through, 

And raised their blue heads up. 
They smiled to see it, and they lent 
The morning breeze their sweetest scent, 

A mother safe beneath a tree 

Had left her babe asleep : 
It woke and cried, but when it spied 

The little sunbeam peep 
So slyly in, with glance so bright. 
It laughed and chuckled with delight 

Away, away, o'er land and sea 

The merry sunbeam went : 
A ship was on the waters free 

From home and country sent ; 
But sparkling in that joyous ray, 
The blue waves danced around her way 

A voyager gazed with weary eye, 

And heart of bitter pain ; 
With the bright sunbeam from the sk\ 

Lost hope sprang up again. 



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"The waves," he said, " are full of glee 
Then yet there may be some for me." 

The sunbeam next did not disdain 
A window low and small ; 

It entered at the cottage pane. 
And danced upon the wall. 

A pale young face looked up to meet 

The radiance she had watched to greet 

So up and down, and to and fro, 
The sunbeam glanced about ; 

And never door was shut, I know, 
To keep the stranger out. 

But lo ! where'er it touched the earth 

It seemed to wake up joy and mirth. 

I can not tell the history 

Of all that it could do ; 
But this I tell, that you may try 

To be a sunbeam too — 
By little smiles and deeds of love, 
Which cheer like sunshine from above. 



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" I WOULD IF I COULD." 

WOULD if I could," though much it's in use. 
Is but a mistaken and sluggish excuse; 
And many a person who could if he would. 
Is often heard saying, '* I would if I could." 



** Come, John," said a school-boy, " now do not refuse^ 
Come, solve me this problem ; you can if you choose." 
But John at that moment was not in the mood, 
And yawningly answered, " I would if I could." 



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At the door of a mansion a child, thinly clad, 
While the cold wind blew fiercely, was begging for bread : 
A rich man passed by her as trembling she stood, 
And answered her coldly, " I would if I could." 

The scholar receiving his teacher's advice. 
The swearer admonished to quit such a vice, 
The child when requested to try and be good, 
Oft give the same answer, "I would if I could.** 

But if we may credit what good people say, 
That where there's a will, there is always a way ; 
And whatever ought to be, can be, and should-^ 
We never need utter, " I would if I could." 



MEASURING THE BABY. 

X XE measured the riotous baby 
ylSL Against the cottage wall — 
A lily grew at the threshold, 
And the boy was just as tall- 
A royal tiger lily. 

With spots of purple and gold, 
Aiid a heart like a jewelled chalice , 
The fragrant dew to hold. 

Without, the bluebirds whistled 

High up in the old roof trees. 
And to and fro at the window 

The red rose rocked her bees ; 
And the wee pink fists of the babj; 

Were never a moment still ! 
Snatching at shine and shadow 

That danced on the lattice-silL 



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His eyes were wide as blue-bells — 

His mouth like a flower unblown — 
Two bare little feet, like funny white micej 

Peeped out from his snowy gown ; 
And we thought, with a thrill of rapture 

That yet had a touch of pain, 
When June rolls around with her roses. 

We'll measure the boy again. 

Ah me ! In a darkened chamber, 

With the sunshine shut away, 
Through tears that fell like a bitter rain, 

We measured the boy to-day ; 
And the little bare feet that were dimpled 

And sweet as a bubbling rose, 
Vay side by side together, 

In the hush of a long repose ! 

Up from the dainty pillow, 

White as the risen dawn. 
The fair little face lay smiling. 

With the light of heaven thereon-— 
And the dear little hands, like rose-leaves 

Dropped from a rose, lay still, 
Never to snatch at the sunshine 

That crept to the shrouded siii I 

We measured the sleeping baby 

With ribbons as white as snow, 
For the shining rosewood casket 

That waited him below ; 
And out of the darkened chamber 

We went with a childish moan — 
To the height of the sinless angels 

Our little one had grown! 



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A THANKSGIVING DINNER. 

YOUNG Turkey Gobbler, with highly arched head, 
Looked at his mates gathered round : 
'* To-morrow's Thanksgiving," he earnestly said, 

"And not one of us must be found; 
For I heard the farmer tell his wife 

That he would only kill three — 
And all the while he sharpened his knife 

He kept his eye on me. 
'Forewarned is forearmed' — a saying old; 

Come, let's hide ! " he said. 
But the next morning, stiff and cold. 

He hung by his legs in the shed. 

Miss Yellow Pumpkin, with tears in her eyes, 

Grew on a sunny slope. 
"To-morrow's Thanksgiving — they always have pies; 

But they won't find me, I hope ! 
To be made into pies — what a dreadful fate ! " 

And she rolled from side to side. 
'*0h, there comes the farmer's daughter, Kate, 

And I must surely hide ! " 
Then Miss Yellow Pumpkin rolled down hill. 

Bruising her dainty self. 
And she didn't come to her senses until 

There were twelve golden pies on the shelf. 

•' I wonder what they are trying to do? " 

Said the apples in the bin. 
" If we're to be pared and cut in two, 

I think it's a shame and a sin ! 
And only think — to be wrapped in dough, 

And put over a kettle to steam ! 



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And now comes the very worst of it, though—- 
To be eaten — with sugar and cream ! '' 

The Potatoes and Onions, the Turnips and Squash 

Got into a regular flutter, 
When the farmer's wife gave each a taste 

Of the very same kind of butter. 
" How can I stand it," Sir Table said ; 

And he groaned as if in pain. 
" Oh, dear, I would be really glad 

If Thanksgiving ne'er came again. 
■* Oh, me! oh, me!" and he groaned the more 

As the children took their places ; 
But smilingly his load he bore 

When he saw their happy faces. 



Lesbia Bryant. 



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MR. NOBODY. 

KNOW a funny little man. 

As quiet as a mouse. 
Who does the mischief that is done 

In everybody's house. 
There's no one ever sees his face, 

And yet we all agree. 
That every plate we break was cracked 

By Mr. Nobody. 
'Tis he who always tears our books, — 

Who leaves the door ajar ; 
He pulls the buttons from our shirts. 

And scatters pins afar. 
That squeaking door will always squeak, 

For, prithee, don't you see. 
We leave the oiling to be done 

By Mr. Nobody ? 



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He puts damp wood upon the fire. 

That kettles cannot boil ; 
His are the feet that bring in mud, 

And all the carpets soil. 
The papers always are mislaid ; 

Who had them last, but he ? 
There's no one tosses them about 

But Mr. Nobody, 

The finger marks upon the doors 

By none of us are made ; 
We never leave the blinds unclosed, 

To let the curtains fade. 
The ink we never spill ; the boots 

That lying round you see, 
Are not our boots ! They all belong 

To Mr. Nobody ! 



IS IT YOU? 

THERE is a child- — a boy or girl— ^ 
I'm sorry it is true — 
Who doesn't mind v/hen spoken tc 
Is it ? — ^it isn't you ! 
O no, it can't be you ! 

I know a child — a boy or girl— 

I'm loth to say I do — 
Who struck a little playmate child : 

Was it ? — it wasn't you ! 

I hope that wasn't you ! 

I know a child — a boy or girl— 
I hope that such are few— 



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Who told a lie ; yes, told a lie ! 
Was it ? — it wasn't you ! 
It cannot be 'twas you ! 

There is a boy — I know a boy — 

I cannot love him though — 
Who robs the little birdies' nests ; 

Is it ? — it can't be you ! 

That bad boy can't be you ! 

A girl there is — a girl I know — 

And I could love her too, 
But that she is so proud and vain ; 

Is it? — it can't be you ! 

That surely isn't you ! 

Mrs. Mary Goodwin. 



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LULU'S COMPLAINT. 

'SE a poor 'ittle sorrowful baby, 
For B'idget is 'way down stairs : 

My titten has scatched my fin'er, 
And Dolly won't say her p'ayers. 



I hain't seen my bootiful mamma 

Since ever so long ado ; 
An' I ain't her tunninest baby 

No londer, for B'idget says so. 

Mamma dot anoder new baby, 

Dod dived it — He did — yes'erday ; 

An' it kier, it kies — oh ! so defiful ! 
I wis' He would take it away. 

I don't want no ** sweet 'ittle sister ; " 
I want my dood mamma, I do ; 



READINGS FOR JUVENILES. 289 

I want her to tiss me and tiss me, 
An' tall me her p'ecious Lulu. 

I dess my dear papa will bin* me 

A 'ittle dood titten some day ; 
Here's nurse wid my mamma's new baby, 

I wis' she would tate it away. 

Oh ! oh ! what tunnin' red fin'ers. 

It sees me 'ite out of its eyes ; 
I dess we will teep it and dive it 

Some can'y whenever it kies. 

I dess I will dive it my dolly 

To play wid mos' every day ; 
An' I dess, I dess — Say, B'idget, 

Ask Dod not to tate it away. 



LITTLE TOMMIE'S FIRST SMOKE. 

I'VE been sick. 
Mamma said 'mokin' was a nasty, dirty, disgraceful habit, and 

bad for the window curtains. 

Papa said it wasn't. He said all wise men 'moked, and that it was 
good for rheumatism, and that he didn't care for the window curtains, 
not a — that thing what busts and drowns people ; I forgot its name. 
And he said women didn't know much anyway, and that they couldn't 
reason like men. 

So next day papa wasn't nice a bit — that day I frew over the 
accawarium, and papa 'panked me — and I felt as if I had the rheuma- 
tism ever' time I went to sit down, and so I just got papa's pipe and 
loaded it and 'moked it, to cure rheumatism where papa panked me. 

And they put mustard plaster on my tummick till they most 
burned a hole in it, I guess. 
iQh-S. C. 



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I fink they fought I was going to die. 

\ fought so, too. 

Mamma said I was goin' to be a little cherub, but I fought I wa^ 
goin' to be awful sick. Nurse said I was goin' to be a cherub, too - 
then she went to put a nuzzar mustard plaster on. I didn't want her 
to, and she called me somefing else. I guess that was 'cause I frew 
the mustard plaster in her face. I don't want to be a cherub anyway; 
I'd rather be little Tommie for a while yet. 

But I won't 'moke any more. 

I guess mamma was right. Maybe I'm sumfin* like a window cu* 
tain. 'Mokin' isn't good for me. 



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THE ROBIN-REDBREASTS. 

WO robin redbreasts built their nests 

Within a hollow tree ; 
The hen sat quietly at home, 

Her mate sang merrily ; 
And all the little young ones said : 
*' Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee." 

One day (the sun was warm and bright 

And shining in the sky) 
Cock-robin said : ** My little dears, 

'Tis time you learned to fly ; " 
And all the little young ones said, 
'TUtry, I'll try, I'll try." 

I know a child — and who she is 

I'll tell you by and by — 
When mamma says 'Do this," or ''that,' 

She says : " What for ? " and " Why ? '' 
She'd be a better child by far 

If she would say : "I'll try." 

Attvt Effie's Rhymes. 



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"THEY SAY." 

THE subject of my speech is one 
We hear of every day — 
*Tis simply all about the fear 
We have of what " they say /" 

How happy all of us could be, 

If, as we go our way. 
We did not stop to think and care 

So much for what " they sayT 

We never dress to go outside, 

To church, to ball, or play. 
But everything we wear or do 

Is ruled by what " they say.'* 

Half of the struggles we each make 

To keep up a display. 
Might be avoided, were it not 

For dread of what " tk^y say.'* 

The half of those who leave their homes 

For Long Branch and Cape May 
Would never go, if it were not 

For fear of what " they say.'* 

One reason why I'm now so scared 

(Pardon the weakness, pray !) 

Is that I'm thinking all the while, 

" Of me what will ' they say f " 

But so 'twill be, I judge, as long 

As on the earth folks stay — 
There'll always be, with wise and fools, 

That dread of what *' they say.'* 



292 READLNGS FOR JUVENILES. 

SUPPOSE I 

SUPPOSE, my little lady, 
Your doll should break her head | 
Could you make it whole by crying 
Till your eyes and nose are red ? 
And wouldn't it be pleasanter 

To treat it as a joke. 
And say you're glad " 'twas Dolly's, 
And not your head that broke ! " 

Suppose you're dressed for walking, 

And the rain comes pouring down. 
Will it clear off any sooner 

Because you scold and frown ? 
And wouldn't it be nicer 

For you to smile than pout, 
And so make sunshine in the house. 

When there is none without ? 

Suppose your task, my little man. 

Is very hard to get ; 
Will it make it any easier 

For you to sit and fret ? 
And wouldn't it be pleasanter 

Than waiting like a dunce. 
To go to work in earnest, 

And learn the thing at once ? 

Suppose that some boys have a horse,. 
And some a coach and pair ; 

Will it tire you less while walking, 
To say " it isn't fair?" 

And wouldn't it be nobler 
To keep your temper sweet. 



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And in your heart be thankful 
You can walk upon your feet ? 

And suppose the world don't please you, 

Nor the way some people do, — 
Do you think the whole creation 

Will be altered just for you ? 
And isn't it, my boy or girl, 

The wisest, bravest plan, 
Whatever comes, or doesn't come, 

To do the best you can ? 

Phcebe Carey. 



THE SPECKLED HEN. 

DEAR Brother Ben I take my pen 
To tell you where, and how, and when, 
I found the nest of our speckled hen. 
She never would lay in a sensible way, 
Like other hens, in the barn on the hay ; 
But here and there and everywhere. 
On the stable floor, and the wood-house stair, 
And once, on the ground her eggs I found. 

But yesterday I ran away. 

With mother's leave, in the barn to play. 

The sun shone bright on the seedy floor, 

And the doves so white were a pretty sight 

As they walked in and out of the open door. 

With their little red feet and feathers neat, 

Cooing and cooing more and more. 

Well, I went out to look about 

On the platform wide, where, side by side, 

I could see the pig-pens in their pride ; 



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And beyond them both, on a narrow shelf, 
I saw the speckled hen hic?o herself 
Behind a pile of hoes and rakes 
And pieces of boards and broken stakes. 

"Ah, ha! old hen, I have found you now, 
But to reach your nest I don't know how, 
Unless I could climb or creep or c^-awl 
Along the edge of the pig-pen wall." 
And while I stood in a thoughtful mood, 
The speckled hen cackled as loud as she »- ouid. 
And flew away, as much as to say, 

"For once my treasure is out of your way." 
I didn't wait a moment then ; 
I couldn't be conquered by that old hen ! 
But along the edge of the slippery ledge 
I carefully crept, for the great pigs slept, 
And I dared not even look to see 
If they were thinking of eating me. 

But all at once, oh ! what a dunce ! 
\ dropped my basket into the pen. 
The one you gave me. Brother Ben ; 
There were two eggs in it, by the way. 
That I found in the manger under the hay. 
Then the pigs got up and ran about 
With a noise between a grunt and a shout. 
And when I saw them rooting, rooting. 
Of course I slipped and lost my footing, 
And tripped, and jumped, and finally fell 
Right down among the pigs, pell-mell. 

For once in my life I was afraid. 

For the door that led out into the shed 



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Was fastened tight with an iron hook, 

And father was down in the fields by the brook, 

Hoeing and weeding his rows of corn, 

And here was his Dolly, so scared and forlorn. 

But I called him, and called him, as loud as I could, 

I knew he would hear me — he must and he should — 
" O father ! O father ! (Get out, you old pig.) 

O father ! oh ! oh ! " for their mouths were so big. 

Then I waited a minute and called him again, 
" O father ! O father ! I am in the pig-pen ! " 

And father did hear, and he threw down his hoe, 

And scampered as fast as a father could go. 

The pigs had pushed me close to the wall, 
And munched my basket, eggs and all, 
And chewed my sun-bonnet into a ball. 
And one had rubbed his muddy nose 

All over my apron, clean and white ; 
And they sniffed at me, and stepped on my toes, 

But hadn't taken the smallest bite, 
When father opened the door at last. 
And oh ! in his arms he held me fast. 

E. W. Denison. 

NO STOCKINGS TO WEAR. 

A LITTLE boy in our street, I will not tell his name, 
Goes barefoot, though a rich man's son — now isn't that a shame? 
He says he hasn't got a single stocking left to wear, 
And, yet, last week his mamma bought him half a dozen pair. 

And the silk ones grandma sent him for his best — that makes two 

more ; 
And there were five or six, at least, that he had long before, 
Then why does he go barefoot ? — you'll laugh, I know you will — 
He has hung up all his stockings for Santa Glaus to fill. 



29G READINGS FOR JUVENILiiS. 

MISS LAUGH AND MISS FRET. 

CRIES little Miss Fret, 
In a very great pet : 
" I hate this warm weather ; it's horrid to tan, 
It scorches my nose, 
And blisters my toes. 
And wherever I go, I must carry a fiin." 

Chirps little Miss Laugh : 
" Why, I couldn't tell half 
The fun I am having this bright summer day. 

I sing through the hours, 

I cull pretty flowers, 
And ride like a queen on the sweet smelling hay. 



SANTA'S SECRET. 

) O H — I've got out of bed, just a minute, 
y3 To tell you — I'll whisper it low — 
The stockings I've hung by the fire 
Are for me — not mamma, you know. 
For mine are so awfully little. 

Dear Santa Claus, don't you see ? 
And I want, O! so many playthings, 
They won't hold enough for me. 

So I want you to surely remember 

And fill these as full as you can ; 
'Cause I haven't been very naughty, 

And — -you're such a nice, kind man ! 
I'd like a live doll, if you please, sir. 

That can talk and call me " mamma," 
Not one that is full of old sawdust, 

As all my other dolls are. ^ ^^ 4^ 



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